I have my grandfather's Radio--WLW-- on which we listened to the games together when they were not on TV.
This is from a local Cincinnati Enquirer column which I can not link.
The memories remain.
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By: Paul Daugherty
At the Curnutte home in Dixon, IL, the radio rested on the corner of the kitchen table, no less an authority than Buddha at a temple. It was modest and imperfect and as such a fair representation of the family it entertained. Or any family, for that matter.
John Curnutte lorded over the radio. His kids grew up with it, his wife cooked suppers listening to it. The radio was less than a foot wide and barely 6 inches tall, no bigger than a bread loaf. In the summertime at the Curnutte home, it sounded like life.
The Cubs on WGN, the White Sox on WMAQ and,
most dearly, the Reds on WLW. AM stations all: 720, 670, 700. So close together that, with a deft turn of the dial, John could keep track of all three teams.
The Reds were his passion.
He grew up in Huntington, W. Va., in the 1930s, back when the Reds were regional kings. He’d road trip to Crosley Field, he loved Johnny Bench. Four decades later, living in Dixon, John would drop off his son Mark at Miami University in Oxford, and take in a game on his way back home.
On nights when the atmosphere turned the sounds of WLW into a crackly mess, John would take a beer out to the driveway and listen to the Reds on the car radio. Otherwise, he’d be in the kitchen, gently nudging the box or pulling its antenna to make the Reds game hum instead of grumble.
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