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Cuban radio executive Goar Mestre
wanted a Cuban counterpart of our Radio
City. Pearl Carrington wanted to
fly. They'd never heard of each other
before — but when his dream came
true, hers did too, in a truly miraculous way
STAL VENEZOLANAJ
By PEARL D. CARRINGTON
YOU know those people who sometimes call you up and ask you what radio program you're listening to? Well, take a little advice from me. Whenever they call be very, very polite to them. It may be just an ordinary radio poll but it may be . . . well, I'm getting ahead of my story.
It all began when I was at home alone one night. I have a daughter and a son, both of them married. Until they went away I was one of the busiest women alive. I kept house, did all the sewing, baked the bread — partly to save money and partly because we all liked home-made bread. I even made the slip covers and draperies and curtains for the house and did all my own carpentry work.
Then I found myself fairly idle for the first time, with the children gone. Of course, I still sewed for ray daughter and daughter-in-law but that did not fill the days. I read a lot and listened a lot to the radio, which I had not had time for before.
This night, just after supper, the telephone rang and a man asked me if I had my radio on and what I was hearing. This has happened to me several times and usually those are the only two questions asked. But that night the man was more inquisitive. He wanted to know a lot of things about me — how much I listened to the radio, what programs I liked, what ones I didn't like.
He asked me if I liked the disc jockeys. At first I thought
he meant those lovely recorded musical programs but when he explained I said, "Oh, you mean those men who play popular records late at night and giggle in between."
He seemed to think this was funny and then he started to get very personal. He asked me how old I was and what family I had. He had a pleasant voice and seemed nice so I told him what he wanted to know and thought no more about it.
Then the miracle happened! A week later he called again and asked me if I would like to fly to Cuba to participate in the opening of Cuba's Radio City — all expenses paid. At first I could not believe it. Well, would you? If it had happened to you?
The funny thing is that one of my dreams has been to take a long air trip, but I had never had the time or the money. And Cuba was a place I had always wanted to see. When I was a girl I had spent some time in Mexico and my father had once been the Texas correspondent to a Cuban newspaper. And now here was a strange man asking me if I would like to fly to Cuba. Would I! Wouldn't I just!
I don't know how I sounded when he convinced me it wasn't a joke. And that I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't sure until the letter came which explained everything. I had been selected as a typical American radio listener and was invited to join a group of radio (Continued on page 97)
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