[CW] Recollections of W1BB Stew Perry of Winthrop, MA

spud roscoe spudrve1bc at outlook.com
Thu Apr 1 15:17:30 EDT 2021


Yes, I worked him one time on 160 years ago.

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Subject: [CW] Recollections of W1BB Stew Perry of Winthrop, MA

Stew Perry, W1BB was a good friend of mine, he lived in Winthrop, MA which is near Logan Airport (BOS).

He was a radio officer in the 1920s and then he graduated from Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) in Cambridge, MA and was a outside salesman for Greybar Electric in Boston. He had his home in Winthrop with it's 40 foot vertical, his two element phased inverted vees at Deer Island Sewerage Treatment Plant in town,
and during the summer, he went to him farm up in Maine as W1BB/1. I guess at the time the Deer Island location was W1BB/1 also due to FCC regulations operating away from his home.

The 160M DXers gave Stew a book around 1977, we presented it to him at "The Ship" restaurant in Lynfield, MA. Sadly this landmark is going away along with the Hilltop Steak House cows.

He was very pleased to get it. It was like a FOC meeting with W1HZ, W1HX, W1PL, N1EA, W1BB (all FOC members) and the W4 fellow who bound the letters - about 500 of them - into a book. My father WA1DRR and mother also were there because they loved "The Ship" - it had great fish.

In the late 1980s he was confined to nursing home care in
Melrose, MA the same city where I lived at that time and I used to visit him.

He had throat cancer, lost his voice box, so he used a throat buzzer which was very difficult to understand. He also had had a stroke.

I brought my McElroy 1939 bug to the nursing home and he had great difficulty using it. The coordination just wasn't there. I also brought my EK-430 keyer and used it's loud sidetone to fill the room.

But suddenly, he tried something different.

DE W1BB W1BB W1BB

Squeals of delight came from him - and myself too, for that matter.

He could "talk" again.

I went to sea and came home and would visit him, but my last trip around 1990 was too long to see W1BB again, he died in March of that year, before I came home in June 1990.

But I'm sure that moment that his "voice" came alive pleased him, he told me so.

I also got him smiling, I told him the story of the seaman who wanted nothing more to do with the sea.

I told him the seaman put an oar over his shoulder and walked inland, and kept going.

For hundreds of miles people would ask: "Hey, mister, what are you doing with an oar over your shoulder?" He kept on walking.

Finally about 700 miles from the shore, he got a new question: "Hey, mister, what's that funny looking thing you have over your shoulder?"

He went into town bought himself a lot of land and built himself his retirement home.

He was never bothered with stories that start "This is no s4!t" anymore.

But the fairytales, they were a different thing, every day at four thirty, a group of fathers and mothers came to his front porch and he'd tell them the most interesting stories about all sorts of things. Just no sea stories.

BV OM Stu I miss your wonderful fist. Old signals never die,they only fade away. = 73 de DR

Photos of Stu, W1BB, his antenna put up with the Town's permission at Deer Island on the water tower just a half mile from his home, and a picture of the restaurant where the bunch of us gave him a hand bound book of all the 160 meter operators - it must have had 600 signatures and messages. He was delighted!

Pictures of Stew's
Stew Perry, W1BB was a good friend of mine, he lived in Winthrop, MA which is near Logan Airport (BOS).

He was a radio officer in the 1920s and then he graduated from Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) in Cambridge, MA and was a outside salesman for Greybar Electric in Boston. He had his home in Winthrop with it's 40 foot vertical, his two element phased inverted vees at Deer Island Sewerage Treatment Plant in town,
and during the summer, he went to him farm up in Maine as W1BB/1. I guess at the time the Deer Island location was W1BB/1 also due to FCC regulations operating away from his home.

The 160M DXers gave Stew a book around 1977, we presented it to him at "The Ship" restaurant in Lynfield, MA. Sadly this landmark is going away along with the Hilltop Steak House cows.

He was very pleased to get it. It was like a FOC meeting with W1HZ, W1HX, W1PL, N1EA, W1BB (all FOC members) and the W4 fellow who bound the letters - about 500 of them - into a book. My father WA1DRR and mother also were there because they loved "The Ship" - it had great fish.

In the late 1980s he was confined to nursing home care in
Melrose, MA the same city where I lived at that time and I used to visit him.

He had throat cancer, lost his voice box, so he used a throat buzzer which was very difficult to understand. He also had had a stroke.

I brought my McElroy 1939 bug to the nursing home and he had great difficulty using it. The coordination just wasn't there. I also brought my EK-430 keyer and used it's loud sidetone to fill the room.

But suddenly, he tried something different.

DE W1BB W1BB W1BB

Squeals of delight came from him - and myself too, for that matter.

He could "talk" again.

I went to sea and came home and would visit him, but my last trip around 1990 was too long to see W1BB again, he died in March of that year, before I came home in June 1990.

But I'm sure that moment that his "voice" came alive pleased him, he told me so.

I also got him smiling, I told him the story of the seaman who wanted nothing more to do with the sea.

I told him the seaman put an oar over his shoulder and walked inland, and kept going.

For hundreds of miles people would ask: "Hey, mister, what are you doing with an oar over your shoulder?" He kept on walking.

Finally about 700 miles from the shore, he got a new question: "Hey, mister, what's that funny looking thing you have over your shoulder?"

He went into town bought himself a lot of land and built himself his retirement home.

He was never bothered with stories that start "This is no s4!t" anymore.

But the fairytales, they were a different thing, every day at four thirty, a group of fathers and mothers came to his front porch and he'd tell them the most interesting stories about all sorts of things. Just no sea stories.

BV OM Stu I miss your wonderful fist. Old signals never die,they only fade away. = 73 de DR

Photos of Stu, W1BB, his SOWP QSL card, his antenna put up with the Town's permission at Deer Island on the water tower just a half mile from his home, and a picture of the restaurant where the bunch of us gave him a hand bound book of all the 160 meter operators - it must have had 600 signatures and messages. He was delighted!

73
DR

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