favorite piece among everything in his collection. The story behind it
spans years, miles and generations.
His Grandmother bought her Scott 800B Radio in a mahogany Chippendale
cabinet brand new from a furniture store back in 1946. It was the center
of attention in the sitting room of her Pasadena home where the family
would gather around to listen to radio programs. As the years passed by
and her daughter moved out to a life of her own and her husband passed
away, the radio remained one possession she cherished for it's beauty and
Finally the day came when she reached the age when the old house was
too big and an apartment was the only answer. The radio moved with her and
again a few years later. But then came the apartment that was too small
and the old Scott, at about four feet high and just as wide, had to go.
Grandson, Ed Sharpe, had often explored the back of the old Scott since
his interest in electronics and radio pulled him like a magnet to anything
of the likes. When she had to dispose of the Scott in 1967, she asked Ed
if he would like to own it. He, of course, was elated and the old family
Scott was soon settled into the bedroom of his parent's Palos Verdes home.
At the time he was fourteen or fifteen years old and an old Scott was
quite an unusual possession for a teenager of that era. Most of his
friends had stereos of the latest and greatest vintage. But he soon proved
that his Scott 800B could crank just as loud and clear as anyone else's
"I can't remember if it needed any work when I first got it. If so
it couldn't have been much or I'd have remembered. One thing I regret was
that I pulled the old 78 only phonograph out and put a modern one in its
place. I'd give anything to find an original replacement." Ed says.
"Back in 1946 the Scott 800B was about one of the nicest radios
made. But even all through the late 60's I enjoyed listening to all kinds
of broadcasts on it. It has short wave, AM & FM, motor drive tuning,
and variable selectivity for separating close together stations."
"Then in 1970, I went into the Air Force. My parents were getting
ready to retire and move to Northern California and didn't want to move
such a big old radio. So with deep regret I sold it for $30, to it fellow
radio nut in Palos Verdes. He didn't have room for it inside, so he put
the chassis inside but left the cabinet in the garage. For the next eight
years the cabinet was home for their family cat. As would be expected the
inside suffered some damage."
"After I had made myself a home in the Phoenix area, I