[quote]We had a giant antenna on the roof and a "roto-dialer" that would practically shake the house as it spun the antenna looking for a signal
We had a free-standing antenna, a welded tapering tower of 55-feet, just outside the window next to the TV in the living room. And the "roto-dialer," too -- how much noise it made, "chunk, chunk, chunk" as it made its rotations.
I lived roughly equidistant by a couple hours to Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington DC, and a bit closer to a much weaker signal from a much smaller city. Philadelphia had far the stronger signal for me, and had more cultural and family associations; now and then there was something on one if the DC or Baltimore stations that I wanted to see, but meteorological conditions made all the difference as to whether that was even possible. Philadelphia stations were very much the base and the others a happy accident no and then because they took such fine tuning of the roto-tuner.
The roto-turner was so loud that I couldn't use it after my parents had gone to bed.
There were the three big networks, a PBS station, and some scattered other choices: the ghost stations from cities with weak transmission signals. By sometime in the 1970s we received about 30 over air signals, many of them of miserable quality either in specialty programming (old TV series, for instance), or reception quality. There were movie channels and these took my interest mostly.
I recall the major networks worked at having a tone: stentorian Cronkite type voices of network announcers laying out the facts of programming and upcoming shows ("Tonight at 8..."); smoother, more seductive, sometimes one cocktail into the evening voices making a more sultry pitch; and then traces of Hollywood glamor in announcements of special made for TV films, realizing emphasizing the once in a lifetime chance to watch some shitty TV film starring Ruth Gordon or some other fossil.
The promotion for an ABC movie, "Say Goodbye, Maggie Cole" always comes to mind for its sappiness and the way the stars names were announced in such a then old-fashioned way, "A widowed doctor played by Susan Hayward joins a colleague's Chicago slum clinic and befriends a dying girl. With Darren McGavin and Michael Constantine, produced by Aaron Spelling and with a commissioned song from Dusty Springfield.. (It was awful, the whole thing, but the network was si very proud of it.)
It was allí there was. There were a few bright spots on PBS, some antique shows in black-&-white that erre curiously foreign and old-fashioned, with different s viewpoints and humor. The best thing was Fing classic films or just old films of whatever quality.
For my nostalgic recollection above, I certainly don't think that life or TV or cheesy sitcoms were better then, rather the opposite. I went off to university in 1977 and barely watched TV for years. On a visit to my parents', I saw that they had cable, and also that they had not two TVs but 4 or so, small, one sitting stop my mother's favorite big dead TV kept for it's fine Early American style cabinetry (the size of a small boat) and TV remotes everywhere.
With smaller TVs, the big networks shrunk as well. No longer a few all-important fish in a pond, who cared about cheesy Movies of the Week anymore?