Month: November 2024

Christmas Blog Dec 2024 Chuck Gerttula  W7CRG

Twas the night  before Christmas and Santa was flying around in his sleigh and trying out a few of the HTs he would be delivering to some lucky hams.  He liked to add “Aviation Mobile” to his KL7STA call sign when he signed off with “73 to all”.  It was amazing what  operating from 30.000 feet did for a rubber duck antenna.  He was able to stay in touch with Mrs Claus even when he was orbiting over Europe.  Of course since she had put a full array of yagis on the North Pole the signals improved on all bands.

          The Elves were active on QRP with a Xiegu G90 so Santa switched over to 20 meters on his fancy Elecraft transceiver mounted on the dash of the sleigh.  Elmer the lead Elf was busy making contacts all over western Europe.  Everyone seemed to enjoy getting the QSL cards from the North Pole.  It was fascinating how many contacts Elmer could make with low power even using SSB.  If he went digital using FT8 he was often swamped with contacts.

          “KL7STA this is KL7XYL, I need you back here at the home QTH so quit with the joy ride and head the reindeer back to the stable!”

          With the glow of moonlight on Santa’s crestfallen brow he wheeled the sleigh around and zoomed off to the North.  Rudolph’s nose glowed brighter and brighter as the homing beacon on the North Pole got nearer and nearer.  In no time at all they made a perfect eleven point landing (that’s two sleigh runners, and nine reindeer) and taxied up to the Claus workshop.  Wisps of smoke drifted from the chimney and soon dissipated into the snowy air.

          Santa no more than got in the door and started to remove his warm red and white coat then Elmer the head Elf ran up to him.  “Santa!  You forgot to make one of the most important deliveries!  The children’s orphanage just had all of the third year students graduate from the radio class with their ham license and we promised them a new station for Christmas!”

          There was no station in my bag!  You can see it’s empty!” said Santa.

          We had to miniaturize it to fit in the bag.  It’s caught in the lining,” stated Elmer as he crawled through the magic bag.  “By my calculations if you leave now and follow the flight path I programmed into your sleigh you can still get it to them before the wake up and go down to their Christmas tree!  Get your jacket on and get those reindeer into high gear!  New hams are hard to come by and we don’t want to loose any!”

          So laying his finger aside to his nose … with a whoosh Santa was on his cushy seat and the reindeer were following Elmer’s program flight path to the orphanage!  In no time at all the magical group landed on the roof of the orphanage missing the guy wires to the antenna tower and all the coax cables feeding the antennas.

          Whoosh! Santa was down the chimney and heading to install the station.  Unfortunately, the orphanage had not had the chimney sweep clean the flue in some time and Santa left sooty foot prints and grime from his jacket all the way to the Christmas tree!

          I’ll use my magic cleaner-upper on the way back to the sleigh,” he muttered.  “I’ve got to get this station set up quickly, I think I hear stirrings up on the sleeping level.”

          With a wink of his eye a complete station was up and operational.  “I’ll leave it on 20 meters so I can wish them a Merry Christmas on my way back to the North Pole!”

          And just as the eager new hams rushed down the staircase, Santa whisked up the chimney and was into his sleigh.  Once more being careful of the guy wires and coax he zoomed toward the North Pole.  Santa plugged in the headset built into his stocking cap and keyed the trans.  “Merry Christmas to all the new young hams, may you have good QSOs and to all a Good Night!”

I’m Much Too Young to Feel This Damn Old (and forgetful)

If I remember correctly (and I often times don’t) this title belongs to a Garth Brooks song. Growing up in Taft and living next door to my maternal grandparents I formed a special bond with them and developed a special understanding of old folks. Grandma was the quiet one with strong meaningful advice. Grandpa was the storyteller and adventurer but also very wise and “smart as a whip”. He, like many young folks of his time, had only an eighth grade education but built a successful life and complicated businesses with that knowledge. Gramps built one of (according to him not one but “the”) highest logging railroad trestles in the U.S.. Quite an engineering feat for an eighth grade education. I saw the trestle in the 1970’s and it was an impressive structure.

As a young man Grandpa accepted a money belt from his wealthy stepbrother A.S. Kerry and went “North to Alaska” and the Klondike gold rush. There he built a boarding house/hotel/store on the Whitehorse River, he then built a steam boat to haul miners and their materials back and forth. After a couple of years work he brought a trunk of gold back to his stepbrother who became an even wealthier member of Seattle society. Kerry Park in Seattle is named after his brother A.S. Kerry.

My intent was not to tell the family history but to establish that in 1950 when I was starting the first grade in Mrs. Morrow’s class in Taft my Grandfather was 71. I like most children had no ability to determine adults age. They were simply adults some older, some not so old. I also had no appreciation for the toll that years take on an individual. Now being almost a decade older than what my Grandfather was at that time, I realize and appreciate many of the things about my Grandparents.

Asking myself things such as, “What IS his name?” “Where did I put the …?” “Did I solder that to pin four or five?” “What was the frequency they said they were moving to?” I like to tell myself that I’m as sharp as I used to be … just a little slower getting to that sharpness.

One thing my family taught me was patience. I didn’t think they were teaching me to be patient, I just thought they were making me wait. Lessons were sometimes harsh. Like when I was in the seventh grade and my birthday was approaching (as in two or three weeks away approaching). For probably the fiftieth time that week I asked, “What am I getting for my Birthday, Mom?” Mom turned away from me, took a box off the shelf and opened it handing me a pair of shoe skates. “Happy Birthday son. Your birthday is going to be very quiet and unsurprising now.”

Wow! Not what I wanted to happen. Did I learn a lesson in patience!

Some things a person must wait for. As a young adult you wish you were older, then you are older and you wonder why all of a sudden you have all these responsibilities and problems.

As a ham radio operator patience breeds success. As you tune across the frequency take a moment to realize all the things that need to align for you to hear that other station. Your radio, feed-line and antenna need to be working properly and efficiently. The atmosphere needs to be providing good propagation. The other station needs to be transmitting and its signal needs to be of a quality your station can function with.

Often times we tune quickly across the frequency and our equipment doesn’t have the ability to process the signals that are there. Or they are just beginning to transmit but you have already moved “off-frequency”. Sometimes being the “tortoise” is better than being the “hare”.

Listen and copy the information the station may give out: call sign, frequency, location, power, name, special status. Nothing identifies a “Lid” (ham slang for poor operator) more than after giving a glowing signal report asking two or three times for clarification of their call sign. If they are truly registering “59” that means they have a strong signal and are completely understandable.

I know, in the contest world, all signal reports are “59”. Many hams are offended by that but that is the accepted protocol for that group. It tends to bleed into other ham activities which lessens the value of signal reports which I use to assess the condition of my station.

Another example of ham patience is waiting for your turn which is part of the mantra “listen first then speak”. If a station is “answering by the numbers” they are breaking responses into the ten districts. So if they are taking “7s” and you are a “6” you need to wait through 8, 9, 0, 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. If you can’t wait go to another frequency and come back. If you time it right you will show up as they are taking “6s”.

A station I found of 20 meters was calling “CQ, CQ, CQ, CQ 20 meters. This is K7— calling CQ. CQ, CQ, CQ. CQ 20 meters. This is K7— calling CQ. CQ, CQ, CQ …….. On and on and on I timed him for close to three minutes before he paused for ten seconds and started his constant calling once again. A little patience and someone might have been able to respond to his CQ.

So, when Gramps said, “I’ll take you with me when I go to the Post Office and give you a nickel for some candy,” that was on his schedule not mine. That nickel candy had to wait an hour or two and maybe he might have forgotten the offer. I didn’t understand the dynamics when I was young but I sure do now!

One of my friends sent me a post where the older person was in the middle of the stairs and was asking, “now was I going up to the bathroom or down the the living room?” At this time in my life, I can relate.

I ask myself, “is this writer’s block I’m going through …. or is it getting older and older and older.

73, Chuck W7CRG