When Eric and Kayla brought home two mismatched 1940s wooden tabletop radio/phonographs (an Emerson and an Admiral), he already had a vision for their transformation.  The rest of us not so much.  Storing them in our garage, each time we passed them by, a glimpse of their future would flash before our eyes – which at that point looked like a date with the junkyard.  So one day (years later, of course) we offered to start the process. 

Cleaning, gutting, deodorizing and then cleaning some more all while trying not to damage the knobs, radio dial, tubes and finish we gently removed all the other innards and fed them to the recycling center bins.  Away with the turntable and all of its parts, out with the speaker and wires too numerous to count, and don’t forget the decades of dust, leaving a cavernous space for storage.  Now tell me, who doesn’t need more storage.   

Considering their age, the wooden cabinets were in remarkable shape.  Scratches and nicks here and there but nothing that couldn’t be camouflaged with a little Howard’s Restore-A-Finish.  We added a bottom to the Admiral and a back to the Emerson because storage space is only useful if it can contain all the junk that is shoved into it and an open bottom or back would make containment a bit difficult.       

With the radio face, chassis, tubes and knobs still intact they were ready to be legged.  Staying true to his vision, Eric began to search in earnest for the perfect legs.  And he searched and searched and searched.  Which turned out to be a good thing.  For lo and behold, on September 19, 2015 at Resettler’s Antique Mall in Statesville NC we found the long lost brother to Eric’s Emerson and so now he had a matching pair.  At least with a lot of TLC they would become a matching pair.  

It seems that the long lost brother had had somewhat of a hard-knock life.  Somewhere along the way, someone showed him a little mercy and began to restore him.  A wirectomy was performed but I guess he lacked the coverage to proceed with further surgery. (He must have missed all those commercials about Obamacare.)  He could have used a little cosmetic surgery as well and his lid didn’t fit quite right.  So we brought him home and the reunion in the garage was like a Hallmark moment.  Needless to say, the two Emersons forgot all about the poor little Admiral who was knocked down a notch from best buddy waiting for legs and a new home to “oh, that other guy.” He’s still in need of legs, but I think we’ll keep him.