Hello, I'm Anne and yes, I have an on-air addiction issue. Actually, it's just that I really love to write and I love a good story to tell.
So, I'm back! I'm back on-the-air with Southeast Colorado's Best Country KVAY 105.7. It's a small station with big dreams and big plans and I'm so excited that I will be covering news for them, although part time.
My love of wearing headphones started in Tulsa, Oklahoma but my love of radio stems from my childhood obsession of toting around my Panasonic cassette tape recorder and talking to friends. Oh, how they would start running when they saw me coming. I actually perfected almost eliminating that clunking sound when you would mash down on the play and record button and very gracefully and ever so softly push down the pause button.
Oh the early days of my career you would find me on a July day in home sewn shorts (compliments of my Aunt Twila) with my then short legs dangling from a splinter giving wooden porch swing rocking back and forth as I "interviewed" my Grandma Tressie Weems Boswell Branson Boothe. She, like many Ozark pioneer type women had lost husbands to farming accidents and sickness and at nearly 80 years old she remembered the stories well. This human interest story about my own family got me interested in recording more. "Wait Grandma, I need to flip the tape over!" I would tell her. She carried on as if the memory was just yesterday with details of a one room house with a dirt floor where she raised my dad and my aunt, alone nearly as Grandpa Andy Brooks Boswell died of a farming accident. That cabin was on the property of a more well-to-do Ozark citizen, they had a horse they would allow my dad and Aunt to ride to school. When they arrived at school, they just patted the horse on the behind and said, "go home," and he did.
"The water so so clear and so cold and felt so good on our hot feet in the summer!" Grandma mentioned, later I would grow up to appreciate this cold clear beautiful stream as rare and a real gem of the Ozarks. My aunt sat on the other side of me and kept time with my swinging to join in as if she was still a girl running through those hills. I am named for that Aunt. Aunt Twila Jewel Boswell Perkins Richardson. Aunt Twila tells of Sunday picnics and Watermelon placed in those creeks to keep it cold until everyone was finished with the fried chicken and cornbread that Grandma packed for lunch.
They are both gone but oh, how I wish I had kept those recordings and not recorded over them. Those were my stories and my history.
They say that news is just a current recounting of future history.
I'm happy my parents gave me that recorder, I'm happy that Grandma patiently dealt with my questions and being recorded.
And I will never forget the smell of newly opened cassette tapes waiting to capture something amazing.
I hope that I can find amazing news of the Arkansas Valley and cannot wait for this exciting opportunity!
~Twila "Anne"
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