I recently aquired a 1934 Westinghouse model WR-29 radio. it had been sitting in a basement for quite a long while before i got to it. the first thing i did when i got it home was to plug it in and turn it on, after it heated up it began to smoke slightly, so i turned it off and left it. upon trying to think of what could be the matter, i realized that i hadn't bothered to clean all of the dust and debris off of the chassis, could the possible cause be the heat from the tubes burning dust and dirt off? if not what else? what ought i to look for when inspecting the chassis?

I'm working in a little shop in St Michael's Hill, in Bristol. It's a second hand shop, filled with things we bought for a fiver and are selling for a tenner. There's a large, antique grandfather clock ticking on the other side of the room, and a table in the centre with a huge amount of books and old toys and nicknacks and such. I'm sitting at an ancient computer from 1997 on the counter. The cash register has about ninety quid in it. The radio, which is this old thing from the 60s, is playing some golden oldies on it. The chair is a bit squeaky. Lunch break is in about half an hour... Not that this isn't a bad job, but it is slightly boring. In the back room there's an alarmingly large amount of old sandwiches that never got eaten and thrown away, and are liable to get up and crawl off rather soon. Actually, I might go and clean them up...
Done. I managed to fill an entire bin bag with the things. Some of them had nasty blue bits, it wan't very nice.
Some French tourists just popped in, spoke some French, and went away again. That tends to happen quite a lot. I wish I could speak French properly. C'est un tres intressant pomplesmousse d'manger le car? See, I haven't got a clue what I just said. The tourists took a couple of postcards, though, and I got eighty pence off of them.
Well... Anyone out there got any ideas on how to spruce the place up a bit?

I was being dropped off at home, when I got out of the car, I noticed two thugs getting out of my car.. As I walked towards them, as if demanding... the thug hugged me as if he knew me, he said while he was hugging me, " best if you don't say anything" don't open your mouth if you know whats good for you" I looked puzzled, I almost felt I had called for help and thought none of these neighbors are doing anything. The thug, then said, you'll get a bill, I got some ticket in the highway for 168. And this wasn't the first time I took your car.

I didn't know what to do. I was thinking, " I need to do something, these guys know where I live, they know my name. How, why? If I call the police, then what..

I went inside the house, and I guess time passed and the thug came back as if he had the key to the house, he walked in and said, " I'm checking in , you know" He was acting very arrogant as if he had us / me in his hands. He played the radio and asked me to dance, I said, how dare you after all you did. Ask her to dance, so my sister got up and danced with him. ( the music was latin) Weird?
He then was dancing by himself, some freestyle / breakdancingmusic - He was doing some poping on the floor.

I heard the house bell / buzzard and I turned to it and said, " jeffrey"? Even though I clicked the button I couldn't hear him but just street noise. I clicked on another button and minute later he was inside. As he walked in, I said, " Jeffrey, shhh, and told him what happend, I said, I don't know what I am going to do... I said, I need to hide you, and then one of the guys saw him, and I said, Oh , he's just here to bring some cakes, right... Jeffrey, went downstairs to get the cakes, he brought three different type of pastries/ cakes, one was like a strawberry, the other was I guess what was a pie, maybe peach cobbler. I told him, oh, that's the recipe I told Kali off... why did she put herself to do all this... he said, you know her. ( his fiancee in real life)

At some point, I remember saying, we need to move from here if not these guys will always find us here.. we can't live like this. I saw a house, apparently my house in the dream, it was ivory/ w/beige brick house.. sort of old antique looking.

Any thoughts, please? No dream moods or other sites, just serious interpreters, please.

Thank you

Her father was a Captain in the French Navy during the war. Her and her step sisters were at home in an upstairs room. No one else was home and no one was expected for quite awhile.

They heard the front door open and heard someone waking across the floor. Then they heard someone open the piano and start to run their hand up and down the keys. Obviously they were a bit frightened, wondering who was in the house and doing this. Finally, one of them got up the courage to go out and look to see who was there and there was no one. The piano was closed, the front door was locked from the inside.

Before long a soldier came to the house telling them that their father had been in an accident, the jeep he had been riding in had crashed and he had been pinned under and was in the hospital, but was in good condition.

When they got to the hospital they told their father about hearing someone come into the house and the piano playing. He asked what time it happened and they said around 3:30pm. He said that was the same time that he had been brought into the hospital and had heard the radio and thought about the piano at home.

Another time her mother & father were sitting in the den and there was an old antique clock sitting on the mantle that had not worked in years. Suddenly the clock started chiming. Her father looked over at her mother and asked her when she had gotten the clock repaired. She said that she hadn't.

A bit later a messenger arrived with news for her father. Her father had let another officer use his quarters to work in on board ship while they were in the harbor because it roomier. The messenger said that a fire had broken out and the officer had been trapped and perished. This happened at approximately the same time as when the clock started chiming.

There are a lot of these odd "coincidences". I wish I could remember all of them.

Even now with my youngest daughter, I've suddenly sensed & even been awoken from a sound sleep knowing that she was trying to phone me and was angry. I often unplug the phone so I am not annoyed and forget to plug it back in. Many of these times as soon as I reached over and plugged the phone in, it would be ringing and she would start yelling at me telling me she'd been calling me a dozen times.

Her father was a Captain in the French Navy during the war. Her and her step sisters were at home in an upstairs room. No one else was home and no one was expected for quite awhile.

They heard the front door open and heard someone waking across the floor. Then they heard someone open the piano and start to run their hand up and down the keys. Obviously they were a bit frightened, wondering who was in the house and doing this. Finally, one of them got up the courage to go out and look to see who was there and there was no one. The piano was closed, the front door was locked from the inside.

Before long a soldier came to the house telling them that their father had been in an accident, the jeep he had been riding in had crashed and he had been pinned under and was in the hospital, but was in good condition.

When they got to the hospital they told their father about hearing someone come into the house and the piano playing. He asked what time it happened and they said around 3:30pm. He said that was the same time that he had been brought into the hospital and had heard the radio and thought about the piano at home.

Another time her mother & father were sitting in the den and there was an old antique clock sitting on the mantle that had not worked in years. Suddenly the clock started chiming. Her father looked over at her mother and asked her when she had gotten the clock repaired. She said that she hadn't.

A bit later a messenger arrived with news for her father. Her father had let another officer use his quarters to work in on board ship while they were in the harbor because it roomier. The messenger said that a fire had broken out and the officer had been trapped and perished. This happened at approximately the same time as when the clock started chiming.

There are a lot of these odd "coincidences". I wish I could remember all of them.

We have a 1966 Chevy truck and their is a antique car show coming this weekend. I was wondering what are some good classic/60's songs that i can put on my ipod and plug into the radio so we can play it at the car show?
Thanks!

I'll admit, I'm always the first one to make fun of hipsters, but the other day I was making some comment about how douchey some hipster in a cafe was and the friend I was with goes: "Dude, you are SUCH a hipster!" So I guess my supposed hipster qualities are:

I shop in vintage/thrift/antique stores
I listen to obscure, indie bands
I own a pain of skinny jeans
I enjoy wearing red lipstick
I refuse to eat fast food
I like wearing hats (not ballcaps and newsboys, proper hats)
I use eco-friendly products
I'm a vegetarian
I listen to tapes, though not exclusively
I have a fascination with mustaches
I'm going to be majoring in graphic design

Now albeit, I do sound hipsterish from this alone, but these are my NON-hipster traits:
I listen to the "all-hits" station on the radio and like LMFAO, Lady Gaga, all the pop stuff
I mainly wear flare jeans, not skinnies
I don't straighten, or do anything with my hair
I don't listen to vinyl
I dislike coffee
I don't wear stupid, enormous, fake plastic glasses and I think anyone who does is an asshole

i want to sell my antique 1984 ford ranger it has 460,000 on the motor still runs good,, gas hand doesn't work but it will be easy to fix,,, rough paint job its spray painted black ,,,,, has no radio,... interior is in ok condition ,,
wanting to know how much i should try selling it to people not a car dealer ship wanting know how much $ i should ask for it

It is an antique Normende sterling turandot radio in excellent condition.
It still works too. How much does it cost?
By cost I mean how much can i sell it for

I have purchased an old HMV Viking record player and have no idea how to get the record player working. There is power to the turntable and the radio works, just can't get the turntable to turn. If you touch the stylus you can here the crackle through the speakers so the stylus is picking up the sound. Any help will be greatly appreciated.

Cheers

Andrew

It's an old mantola radio. About the size of watermelon (rectangular though) and I already took out the hardware on the inside. It's just a refinishing job...new coat of stain taking care of a few minor scratches. I don't wanna get ripped off by the professionals...so how much should I expect to pay?

Hey~

So yesterday I was at an antique shop and came across this radio:

http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w282/one_mo_time/Backgrounds/IMG_0624.jpg

I have been shopping around for just a new alarm clock in general and I happen to be a huge fan of vintage funky stuff and when I saw this I started gettin' excited.

I had the lady pull it out and I looked it over, it seemed to be in 100% mint condition, no scratches or marks on it at all... that was all good... Then we plugged it in and gave it a minute to warm up, and on popped the radio and clock working at full speed in perfect condition...

Since I figured it at least worked and the alarm went off when we played around with it that I would go ahead and get if and if i didn't like it I'd just give it to a friend or something... Funny, this morning i set 2 alarm clocks and this one went off and the other one (that is newer) never went off lol...

I am wondering if anyone knows the model or year that this came out? I've looked here online and can't seem to find anything similar to it... the only thing I know about is the following:

Its a tube amp
it says Motorola on the front.

not a whole lot to go on, but i figured for I'd probably be okay...

but does anyone remember these or know what year they might have come from?

Thanks
sorry didn't get back, i'm not quite sure how all this works as this is the first time i've ever asked something on here lol...

I haven't yet taken off any back panels because I don't know what i'm doing so i've been waiting for my dad to get home.

I had seen that radio earlier today and it was the only one I could find but being it was at a set buy it now price and is in horrible condition i didn't know exactly what to go off... lol.

The other day I bought a 1948 Admiral TV. The people in the store said it still works, so I got a surge protector, plugged the TV into that, and plugged the surge protector into my outlet. I had the knob on the TV on off. I hit the on button on the surge protector, and there was a flash from my TV and then the power in that outlet and my living room stopped working. I began sniffing the air for a burning smell, it took a few minutes till I smelled a faint smell, but then it went away. I sniffed the outlet, the plug, the surge protector, and TV, but none of that was the source of the smell. I unplugged it all and tested the surge protector elsewhere and it worked fine. I had to go in the basement and flip the power off and on and the power started working in the outlet and the living room again. This happened before when I plugged in my New Record Player (Not antique, It also has a tape player, cd player, and radio.) and a lamp and the power went out on the outlet and living room. My mom is too afraid for me to try to plug in the TV else where again unless I get proof that it is the outlet and not the TV's doing.
It turns out it was ripped where the cord came out of the TV and now there is a scorch mark on my wall, thank you everyone for your answers. The cord was just torn and had the wires showing and it was touching the back of my wall. I was basically ripped off when they said it still worked. Now I gotta figure out how to get a new cord thing.

I have recently developed a very deep interest in collecting and listening to records from way back when. I know very little of which of the players are of high quality and build, and I really want one I might look classic (wooden case, etc), as wooden furniture just has that classy look. If not, I'm more than willing to just go with a simple one and find my own way to install it into a table compartment or something later on.

Are there any brands in particular I should look for, or models in particular that would be more favorable over another? I was checking out the Crosley line, since they have multiple function units that play CD's, records, and radio, but they're mostly a bit hefty on my budget since I'm just getting started.
Also, are there any websites that sell records for good prices? I'm looking specifically (to begin with) for some Nick Drake records, namely the Bryter Layter one, but Amazon has it for .

Any help would be greatly appreciated!

~TJ

---Side note: are there any spare parts I should purchase too? I don't know really diddly about record players but I would imagine some parts would need to be replaced from time to time.

It was a horrifying dream. My boyfriend said I woke him up and he had to shake me a few times to bring me back to reality.

I was in a house during the WW2 era listening to the War Feed radio seated on an antique bed( I am not one who likes wars or violence in fact I find it revolting). A solider in a green uniform slipped in my house and smiled at me. I thought I was safe so I rushed toward him and he took my white dress and tore a bit of it in his left hand. I was confused right then. I thought he was going to take me away but he didn't. He pushed me on the bed. I will spare the vivid details of the event. I remember staring at the ceiling wanting to say "no" but I couldn't form the words or even push him away. I didn't speak up. I couldn't speak up.
I can't explain it... I usually control my dreams. This one was different, my dream had stopped me from speaking at that moment. I was just a mind in a body that was having a whirlwind of internal thoughts feeling everything. The walls of the house began to run with red light. I was there under him being terrorized and I caught the slight smell of white lilies. I can tell that scent from anywhere,it's my favorite flower. When he was finished he smoked his cigarette and left leaving me a mess.

What does this even mean, I stayed up mostly all night for fear of having the dream again.
Can anyone help me? What does this mean?
Oh yes, please don't post anything if you are not serious.
And no this is not a fantasy for me. I find it utterly horrifying.

My GF and I have decided we want a radio in the bathroom, yet the only one we have the right size(not a whole deck) is an antique wood frame Realistic. It's already in use in another room and would probably get completely destroyed, inside and out, in a high-moisture environment.

The 120v duplex receptacle I will be plugging it into is a Ground Fault Circuit Interrupter (GFCI, the ones with the reset button that shut off entirely if a short is detected, like when an appliance falls into water) so electrical safety isn't a concern-

What I am concerned about, in such a dry climate, is steam. The radio won't be IN the shower at all, so it doesn't need to be 'water-proof' just reasonably moisture resistant, whether it's advertised as such or not.

My GF also wants it to have either an iPod mounting cradle, or what I suggested instead, a mini-jack(headphone size) input plug to connect anything that can play through headphones. IMHO, those iPod cradles seem highly susceptible to moisture corruption.

We're willing to commit a chunk of change to this, but we're hoping to avoid paying a whole lot, somewhere in the -80 range.

Alright this is chapter half of chapter 2 again sorry if its not the good and sorry for some grammar mistakes.

Chapter 2
Para
My eyelids slowly opened in vain and distress, my body was wet and itchy. I slowly went up with the support of my hands; I slid back down the creek. My body was clumsy and tired the smell of blood conquered my nose. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh”. I screamed into the air. I couldn’t take it anymore I bundled my hand and hit the ground pushing myself up. I ran quickly to the grass and fell into the snow. I pushed myself up again and ran to the nearest tree. I fell again so I crawled to the tree and laid my back against it. I reached for my pocket. Reaching for my pocket I took out a bottle of cream and scooped some of it up. I rubbed it all over my leg and put my dress over my leg. My hands reached for the tree branch and I lift myself up. I ran to the sidewalk. I stumbled across the street. I herd something hit the ground I looked around and saw Ms.Cane with my mercy cream. She gasped,” What in god name happened to you Para.” “I… well…see…I kind of fell into the creek…badly.” I said retreading the cream. She grabbed my hand and took me into her shop. I lay on the table gazing around the room. The radio turned on and said next week would be no school; a snow storm would hit in the morning. The door flew opened I flinched and jumped of the table. “Ms.Cane did you hear, the Castle collapsed just yesterday all the white-flames are out all of them. They are probably all over the city. Do you hear me?” “Yes I hear you Sara.” Ms.Cane said bringing down a bottle of syrup. “White flames? What’re those?” I asked wide-eyed. “You don’t know what white flames are?” Sara said gasping. “No Sara because I would just ask what they are to hear me talk.” I said sarcastically. Sara rolled her eyes and stomped out the store. “Uh sweetie you got to learn how to shut that mouth.” Ms Cane said rubbing honey on my leg. “White-flames are antiques but in a human version they are very complex. Very doll like, you’d be surprise if you meet one you them they are like some cartoon characters. I remember when my mom took me to that castle I had an amazing time they were very interesting. But they are abnormal, some of them scary.” “Oh.” I said. Things begun to go through my head, soon I became almost dazed. I was thinking about someone…last night…something happened last night. Gosh I have a bad memory. Ms.Cane snapped her fingers. I looked at her confused. I shook my head and thanked her. Walking out the store and into my block it became colder and the air was thick. My eyes hit the sky and I stopped walking. My eyes hit the snow. I knew I was trying to remember something .Pale, pale, pale. I kept repeating. Inside my mind it was dazed a shattered half of my brain was like off. My legs wouldn’t move, I just had to remember. Damnit was all that went through my head. Gripping the cream control was lost and I threw it. In my mind lightning hit me, a shark ate me and I was re-born, a car hit me, a ruler was struck on my brain. The wind blew through my body. My bones flew to he ground, blood sprinkled over the city. I saw a vision. Lolita, Lolita I kept thinking. I looked at the vision her lips moved in and out. “It’s over…” She repeated over and over. The lightning flew back to the sky. My mind became my mind and reality became life. I unbutton my coat and threw it on the snow. *Sigh* Confused I ran to my house.
alright heres the link to the last half of chapter 1 just so you know whats going on and when u click the link you will get the link to the first half of chapter 1 http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AoQIQWA.5jz1OA8xwvhZXhDsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20101223181135AASP8vC

Chapter 2
Para
My eyelids slowly opened in vain and distress, my body was wet and itchy. I slowly went up with the support of my hands; I slid back down the creek. My body was clumsy and tired the smell of blood conquered my nose. “Ahhhhhhhhhhh”. I screamed into the air. I couldn’t take it anymore I bundled my hand and hit the ground pushing myself up. I ran quickly to the grass and fell into the snow. I pushed myself up again and ran to the nearest tree. I fell again so I crawled to the tree and laid my back against it. I reached for my pocket. Reaching for my pocket I took out a bottle of cream and scooped some of it up. I rubbed it all over my leg and put my dress over my leg. My hands reached for the tree branch and I lift myself up.
I run to the sidewalk. I stumbled across the street. I herd something hit the ground I looked around and saw Ms.Cane with my mercy cream. She gasped,” What in god name happened to you Para.” “I… well…see…I kind of fell into the creek…badly.” I said retreading the cream. She grabbed my hand and took me into her shop. I lay on the table gazing around the room. The radio turned on and said next week would be no school; a snow storm would hit in the morning. The door flew opened I flinched and jumped of the table. “Ms.Cane did you hear, the Castle collapsed just yesterday all the white-flames are out all of them. They are probably all over the city. Do you hear me?” “Yes I hear you Sara.” Ms.Cane said bringing down a bottle of syrup. “White flames? What’re those?” I asked wide-eyed. “You don’t know what white flames are?” Sara said gasping. “No Sara because I would just ask what they are to hear me talk.” I said sarcastically. Sara rolled her eyes and stomped out the store. “Uh sweetie you got to learn how to shut that mouth.” Ms Cane said rubbing honey on my leg. “White-flames are antiques but in a human version they are very complex. Very doll like, you’d be surprise if you meet one you them they are like some cartoon characters. I remember when my mom took me to that castle I had an amazing time they were very interesting. But they are abnormal, some of them scary.” “Oh.” I said. Things begun to go through my head, soon I became almost dazed. I was thinking about someone…last night…something happened last night. Gosh I have a bad memory. Ms.Cane snapped her fingers. I looked at her confused. I shook my head and thanked her.

Walking out the store and into my block it became colder and the air was thick. My eyes hit the sky and I stopped walking. My eyes hit the snow. I knew I was trying to remember something, pale, pale, pale. I kept repeating. Inside my mind it was dazed a shattered half of my brain was like off. My legs wouldn’t move, I just had to remember. Damnit was all that went through my head. Gripping the cream control was lost and I threw it. In my mind lightning hit me, a shark ate me and I was re-born, a car hit me, a ruler was struck on my brain. The wind blew through my body. My bones flew to he ground, blood sprinkled over the city. I saw a vision. Lolita, Lolita I kept thinking. I looked at the vision her lips moved in and out. “It’s over…” She repeated over and over. The lightning flew back to the sky. My mind became my mind and reality became life. I unbutton my coat and threw it on the snow. Confused, I ran to my house.
Alice
Walking through the woods I try to forget last night. My powers are stable now but I don’t think I am. Gosh I need some food and water. The creek is all bloody so is the water, and im not going into the city with blood all over me. Tress, bark, and dirt, is all I pass no food! As im walking a tree blocks me I look up at the tree, it has a honey sack, just what I need. Quickly I climb up the tree and rip of a sack. Golden honey oozes out. “Mmm”, I say licking the honey.
The sun gets brighter and im getting thirstier. My mouth begins cracking and my lips are dried up. “Gosh I can’t take it anymore!” I say running back to the creek. The stream of water is still filled with blood; I put my mouth next to the water and drink it. Each gulp makes my mouth sour and filled with blood. I wipe my mouth and watch the rest of the water go down the creek. I Know Para is probably looking for me not knowing what happen last night. Well I can’t have that. “Hey you there what happen to my creek.” A man said with an icy voice. I looked at him and got up. He seemed pretty old. Gosh I hate talking to these people. “Sorry, but I don’t see your name on it.” I say smirking. “Well I don’t care its mine and its not open till summer you no good kid.” “Hmm a no good kid? Are you sure you are referring to the right person?” I say staring into his eyes. “Huh what are you doing?!” He says moving back. I grab his arm and pull him close I stare deep in his eyes. My eyes turn red his become black. Deep into his soul, I see nothing, bedsides he’s not worth the killing. I push him t
to the ground. I don’t feel bad for doing that to him he was a jerk and I hate when people disrespect me especially being a merchandise and all. Now that im not longer in the castle I have to protect myself. I’m not a killer just somebody who doesn’t stand for unfair treatment…ok well maybe im a killer a little.
I wonder into my mind while walking. BOOM. “Owe hey watch out.” “Wait is that you Lolita?” “Ya it’s me Para.” I say annoyed. She gasps. “God… I taught id loose you…wait a minute.” She pushes me down and gets on top of me. “Wait a minute… you tried to kill me.” She said holding me down. “Try what? Ha it was kind of easy your lucky you didn’t die.” I said pushing her off. I sat on the side walk and looked at her confused. I began coughing and coughing, water shot out of my throat. Wide eyed Para grabbed my arm and pushed me up. “Here swallow this.” Para stuffed my mouth with snow. My throat got tight and tight, I coughed and coughed. Blood kept shooting out of my mouth.

The radio is from the 50's and the cord is completely frayed. Can anyone give me good directions or direct me to a good video? My electrical experience consists of hanging a couple light fixtures...thanks

I have one of those piece of crap Crosley record players that, for some reason, can play cassette tapes, CDs, and has a radio, but no stupid output on the player. So, the only speakers it uses are the ones in the player. I've tried recording using a microphone, but no matter how I mix it, or how much tweaking, it still sounds like crap. How should I go about recording a vinyl to MP3?
Is there any method that doesn't involve getting a new one?

Detachable in-line remote
Records CDs : Maybe
MP3 playback : Yes
Compatible formats : CD, CDR, CDRW, and CDs with MP3 files and maybe DVDs
Includes radio : If Possible
Antiskip protection : Yes
HDCD decoding :Maybe
Headphone jack : Yes
Headphone volume control: Yes
Audio outputs: ??
Number of discs: 1or --
Remote included: Yes

I WOULD LIKE TO RECORD LECTURES UP TO 5 HOUR THAT ARE BROADCAST ON F.M RADIO. LOOKING FOR MP3 PLAYER OR OTHER THAT WILL RECORD IN A FORMAT THAT WILL RECORD AND HAVE THE ABILITY TO DOWNLOAD TO COMPUTER FOR C.D BURNING AND CONVERTING TO MP3 FORMAT.

Shouldn't people in business be polite and attentive? I found some items in my parents estate that I thought a local sports memorabilia and ephemera dealer, who advertises on the local radio, would be interested in. Old post cards and some baseball player caricatures. He told me nothing was of any real value and added that even if the caricatures were artist originals and framed he wouldn't buy them. I thought old postcards were very collectible right now. I have about 100 and am asking for the - that's only 10 cents apiece! The ones in his store he's asking anywhere fro to . On his ads he says he buys anything old. What is his game?

I have an old entertainment center in a basement called Airline Amphi-Theatre. It's got a record player, black and white television set and a radio. I haven't been able to find anything on the internet about it.

Model # GST6975-A
Production Code No. 424
120Volts, 60 Cycles, 300 Watt

I have an A309 antique radios it looks exactly like these radios on this link
http://radioatticarchives.com/radio.php?radio=7322