A fond memory of the early days of CKNW
Re: From cowboy station to dog dog (NewsLeader, June 17)
Your piece on the personalities in the early days at venerable CKNW radio was quite enjoyable. My mother, Mary Pattison (now 92), tells a charming story about Jack Cullen’s late night show. It was the early 1950s and my father was working late doing the books at his shop on Main Street. Mom realized she didn’t have any bread for the kids’ school lunches the next day. She called the store to get Dad to pick some up on the way home, but he had already left.
In the days before cell phones what does one do? Well simple: Dad always listened to Jack on his drive home late at night, so she phoned the station, got Mr. Cullen on the line and sweet-talked him into sending a message out over the night airwaves: “Ken, bring home bread.”
Apparently Mr. Cullen got a bit of a charge out of this lark.
The family bungalow in North Vancouver had a central hall connecting the front door to the kitchen, where Mom was up late. She heard the front door open and turned around just as a long loaf of white bread came sliding down the hardwood right into the kitchen (Dad was a bit of a curler)—lunch problem solved!
I, of course, wouldn’t join the family for a couple of years yet so didn’t get a “Cullen sandwich” the next day.