Podcasting to bring the past to life

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This article was published 10/08/2020 (783 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.

Lately I have become obsessed with the thought of making a podcast. Simply speaking, that’s a recording that can be accessed through a website or perhaps played on the radio.

Growing up we were often glued to the radio as we ate breakfast, did our homework or carried out our chores. For the listener, it was uncomplicated. You just switched on the radio — period.

Now older folks have to take lessons if we want to operate today’s intricate machines.

U of M Digital Collections King George VI and the royal consort, Queen Elizabeth, visited Winnipeg on May 24, 1939.

It’s no joke. My greatest frustration is when I’m told to do A, B, and C and the technological monster doesn’t behave and wants to do whatever. How I envy those who have an easy rapport with modern technology.

I believe that some of us have brains wired in a certain way that can’t absorb tech jargon, just the way some of us can produce awesome art but have a huge problem when it comes to mathematics. If you’re one of those, don’t despair. It takes all kinds of talent to make up our imperfect world.

So why do I hunger to make a podcast, you may ask? Why am I not content to take pleasure in the accomplishments of my grandchildren and relax in my rocking chair?

Plainly speaking, it’s because I want to share some cherished ancient memories of my impressionable past. I grew up at a time when children were allowed to be themselves. I believe this created a generation of imaginative and creative kids.

A quiet child, I observed everything that was swirling around me. Whether it was political, economic or emotional, I was the fly on the wall. I drew it all in and remembered: the upheaval of the Great Depression, the Second World War and the aftermath.

Neil Armstrong’s moonwalk is still a thrilling recollection and now NASA is focused on Mars, never mind Elon Musk and his space dreams. I would surely like to stick around and to see what happens next.

Today, I’m blown away by the technological tsunami that’s engulfing us. In fact, to tell the truth, I’m a bit overwhelmed. Nevertheless the new project must be accomplished somehow.

The tales of the past beg to be told; hiking to the beach at age 12, surviving double mumps with a strict two-week quarantine at age six and avoiding the polio epidemic by wearing garlic cloves around my neck. I was released from the hospital just in time to witness King George VI and Queen Elizabeth pass by in an open black Cadillac with the two princesses, Margaret and Elizabeth, sitting in the back in lovely pastel dresses. I waved back at them like mad. I even had my own “#MeToo” moment when job hunting at age 17.

I was the child of immigrants and our Jarvis Avenue street, across from Simkin’s Fuel Company, housed the league of nations. You learn a lot from your neighbours. We grew up together while attending Aberdeen School. The building is long gone but the memories survive.

It would give me great pleasure to share my biographical stories. I’m sure there are many who can still recall those times. It’s fun to look back — a little sad, too — but it’s always entertaining.

Freda Glow is a community correspondent for the North End.

Freda Glow

Freda Glow
North End community correspondent

Freda Glow is a community correspondent for the North End.

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