memory of KCRJ was when we moved from our apartment on Clark Street to a
duplex on the Lower Hogback to be near Dad's work. This would have
been late 1939 or early 1940 when my father, Howard A. Kuhn took the job
of announcer and manager of radio station KCRJ. My mother, Marion G.
Kuhn also went to work there. Her responsibilities including being
the receptionist and book keeper as well as ad writer and host of a half
hour woman's program five days a week.
school each day I would go to the station to tell Mom I was home and see
if anything was happening. In the afternoon a Mexican gentleman
would come in and go through the mail. He would take change from the
envelopes for record requests and place the letter with the record he
selected from the record shelves, I believe this was his only pay.
He was always happy and pleasant, taking time to talk to me.
worked six days a week and spent his Sunday off cleaning the station while
the family went to church. Our evenings were spent listening to our
favorite radio programs while Mom worked on her next days program.
Dad would talk about promotional ideas and who he could sell air time too.
As I look back now I see how dedicated my father was to the station.
Everywhere we went people seemed to know him. He received the most
wonderful black and white glossy photos of radio personalities that he
would give to me. Companies would send Mom samples of their products
for her to promote on her Woman's Club program.
a child we seemed to be living a charmed life. In the studio was a
large xylophone and piano, we would stand in Dad's office and watch the
live program through the viewing window. Down stairs was a one room
living quarters, bathroom and work shop for the engineer. Only the
living quarters were floored. There were bunk beds because the room
was rather small. At the reception desk was the only typewriter and
phone. Mom did all the typing and answered the one phone line.
Every thing was run on a shoe string as I heard dad say so often. It
became our family joke, can a shoe string fix it.
received a job offer from a station in Texas. Although he really
didn't want to go, his concerns about the financial status of the station
and his failing health led him to accept the new position. It is
possible the station was sold because Mr., Steward could not find a
replacement for Mom and Dad. We will never know because all the
staff have left. All that is left are my girl hood memories of a
place that held magic. The war was on and gas rationed, we had to
have a special sticker for the car which took some time. We had such
good friends there, we were all crying on the ride down to the valley May
4, 1944. The station in Texas never held the magic of KCRJ.
My father retired from the KFRO station in Longview, Texas where he was
program director for 15 years when his health no longer allowed him to
work, he died of Multiple Sclerosis in March 1969.
Patricia Kuhn Shaffer