One of my childhood dreams was to get a ham radio license. Even though Internet and cellphones became commonplace as I grew up, I’ve always been fascinated by their grandfather, the traditional radio communication. Throughout my teenage years I tinkered with radio receivers, built my own, and came up with gimmicky electronic gadgets such as clap on/clap off switch for my lamp. Having a grandfather who was a retired electronics engineer certainly helped make it even more fun. Listening to distant shortwave broadcasts from faraway countries that reached me without any internet or other infrastructure between me and them, just thin air was a magical experience. I’d spend many nights slowly spinning the large knob of my grandfather’s old tube radio, carefully listening to the ocean wave-like white noise, meticulously sifting through it for fading, distant voices. Often those voices spoke in foreign languages I could not understand, or the ones I needed to get better at. Every night brought different ones as propagation changed. The whole world ebbed and flowed like the sea in the huge dial that warmly glowed in the night. The green “Magic Eye” tuning indicator tube shined brightly when I really zoomed into the signal. This is how I got to hear different variants of English (which is my second language) and learned to understand them.
Life got in the way with school, moving to Canada and other things, so it took only 20 years for me to finally get the license. 15 years of dabbling with electronic circuits helped me get through the study material for the exam fairly easily, and finally now in addition to receiving and listening I could transmit! Though the basic Canadian license does not allow building or modifying transmitters, building antennas and auxiliary equipment such as power supplies is a very fun challenge by itself, too. As is programming the modern digital radios. Not to mention, of course, getting on the air itself.
Living in a big city highrise condo, I haven’t been able to enjoy shortwave listening much lately due to radio frequency noise prevalent in such settings, as well as due to lack of space for a proper HF antenna. Save for very strong signals such as from Radio New Zealand on a day when ever changing and temperamental skywave propagation brought it my way, I couldn’t hear much at all. On top of that, the sun cycle minimum has done its job in making sure there isn’t as much fun in that activity anymore. Even investing into a professional communications receiver could not overcome urban noise and bad propagation.
Shortly after getting my license in April, I ordered an Icom dual band VHF/UHF handheld radio, figured out how to program the frequencies into it, and by the end of the day when it arrived in the mail, I joined a local radio club net. As a new and especially young radio amateur, I received quite a warm welcome. The magic of the radio came back. The little handie talkie opened the door to the world of thrilling technical challenges and interesting new people from all walks of life. No doubt, I achieved more complex contacts since then, but I will forever remember my first one and the excitement it brought.
So I will now include posts about amateur radio in this blog, as I think this subject is close in spirit with technical experimentation, emergency preparedness, and self sufficiency theme of it. Besides, it neatly fits into the “other curious things” part of “kerosene lamp restoration and other curious things”! I will not spend much time explaining the very basics, since there are a lot of other sites out there for that, and it’s easy to look up any mysterious term or learn more on things I’ll be mentioning.
As they say on the air, 73!