The Day of Broadcasting

I remember tying a string to a cup and playing radio with my friends. It was amazing to us how sound would travel through that string into someone’s ear. We eventually upgraded to a tape recorder and saved our voices to playback in amazement of how different we sound on tape. I would be the host and would interview my cousins and friends right on the porch. By the time I reached the eighth grade I was already keeping a journal for English class that my teacher Mrs. Ammon said was amazingly detailed and candid. She was the first person to tell me I should pursue writing as a profession. 

This week I will take you on a historical journey of  the history of radio and the journalist, host and disc jockeys that made history. I will also take you along my personal journey from that string we held an talked to each other through the cup, to a published author and podcast host. Much respect to all who are involved in broadcasting, this is your day. National Broadcasters Day. 

If you didn’t know, now you know. 

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