Chapter 4
The winter the radio came
I was seven the winter Dad brought the radio home. It was 1949 and he carried it up the street under his coat like it might catch cold. Mam said we couldn't afford it, and he said that was true, and then he plugged it in anyway.
I swear the whole street came round that first night. Mrs Doyle from number twelve brought her own chair. We sat in the dark with the little green light on, and nobody said a word for a whole hour. I had never seen grown-ups so quiet. I thought the voices lived inside the box, and for a while I used to say goodnight to them.
Our Eileen cried when the music came on. She was only four. She thought the man singing was in the room, and she wanted to know where he was sitting.












