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They were called “middle-of-the-road” stations ... and they played a little of everything that wasn’t rock and roll: Frank, Perry, Rosemary, country, broadway, a bit of light classical. In the Sixties they were where you were most likely to hear Johnny Mathis, Herb Alpert or Bert Kaempfert.

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It’s what Dad listened to in the car or the shop or the barn. It’s what Mom played in the kitchen—often over our objections—while we waited for the school bus.

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Ultimately we won. Rock and its cousins claimed most of the radio dial. Middle-of-the-road vanished, and no one noticed.

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Well, hardly anyone. We noticed, and we still remember. We’d never forsake rock and roll, but now we miss Mom’s Kitchen Radio, just like we miss her meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

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http://momskitchenradio.com/