I found this picture on Etsy.
I was not the lucky buyer. But thanks for the memories…
I had this same radio. I was about 13 years old and remember the day my mother bought it for me. A random gift, for no reason.
They are the best kind.
It was my constant companion for at least a dozen years, maybe more.
It sat in my bedroom window so I could get the best reception. If I position the antenna just right; so that it was touching the metal screen, I could get the best heavy metal rock station ever!
It sang me to sleep and through tears. It brought me to a whole other world outside of myself.
It also had a place on a shelf in the bathroom.
It accompanied my singing in the shower and dancing while getting ready for school or a night out.
When I was a wife and mother, it helped me get through some long and stressful days. The kitchen window was its new home. I didn’t work at the time, we had only one car and I was home alone with a very difficult child.
I still had this radio when the beginning of the end of my marriage was becoming my reality.
If I could listen to music, if I could sign and dance like no one was watching (because no one was), I would be alright.
Music was my mental escape.
This pink radio was one of my prized possessions. A bit of a status symbol, since I grew up in a time and place where most families had only one television, if that and children didn’t have any electronics of their own.
But more than that, it was the reason I came to love music so much, the reason I sing (off-key), the reason I dance and one of the reasons I started writing.
Thank you Panasonic and thank you Mom.