![]() I saw a nearby ham pickup, examine curiously and then return to the box an odd shaped metal object. Needless to say, I was soon busy rooting around in the parts boxes in the garage, boxes that had caught the attention of only a few other amateurs. I have always found such boxes truly the proverbial diamonds in the rough, time capsules of radios rich legacy. You know the type of the boxes I am speaking about, the kind found under the tables at many a hamfest, covered with alternate layers of dust and grime, so often overlooked by those in quest of more “glamorous” finds. However, in 1998 Fred sadly suffered a stroke, and although recovering, has been absent from the air.Īt the sale, much of the gear was quickly snapped up, but a garage full of cardboard boxes containing radio parts was left largely untouched. H-Henry.C-Charlie” had greeted me several times on 75 meter AM as a return to my call of “CQ”. Bill and I, along with many others, had become frequent visitors to his museum. Fred, licensed since 1929, had established and maintained the outstanding Hammond Museum of Radio in his hometown of Guelph. I had first met Fred 4 years ago, when I was still quite new to the hobby. On AugBill K2LNU and I attended the moving sale of our friend, Fred Hammond VE3HC in Guelph, Ontario. Of my radio purchases over the past 5 years, this simple item, purchased for less than one would spend on a lunch, had eclipsed them all. It was, and its finish though now dull, still bespoke of a proud past. ![]() I checked my backpack once again just to be sure it was still there.
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