My maternal grandparents were hard rock New England farmers. My conscious exposure to them was probably the early 50s to mid 60s. They were devout christians who believed in hard work and little else.

I remember when my grandfather brought a TV to the farm house. My grandmother mandated it would only be allowed in the parlour. There was the parlour, dining room, kitchen and a little room off the kitchen. Only the kitchen was heated.

There was little time for such frivolity but I remember my grandfather tuning in the rabbit ears antenna on Sunday afternoon to watch a station from Plattsburgh, NY. What I can’t remember is how he powered it as there was only an overhead light in that room. No plugs.