The true inventor of Television and Fiber Optics!
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John Logie Baird Invented Television. The Wright Brothers invented heaver than air flight.
Both inventions have been improved on
but it does not alter who invented them
and who had them up and running first.
Fathers Skill
As I continue to read anything to do with my father I am horrified at the downright
jealousy that comes out of many of the books written about him
One book openly suggests that John could not make the items required and that he sent
the work out because of this.
He was trying to stay ahead of the crowd as he made television and enlisted the help
both because of the time factor and also the lack of space in his bed sits.
I would be pleased to know how he could keep all the machinery needed like a drawing board, a lathe,
many sheet metal machines and all the glass blowing equipment
in his small rooms, plus the underlying factor that was the lack of funds to buy this equipment.
The wright brothers used chains to drive their propellers, did they invent the chain?
Did they make the chain? No they used that which was around and available at the time.
Father also used available information and parts, and thanks to his genius,
and his outstanding abilities we led the world in television
until the BBC stupidly ignored Baird, to the United Kingdoms cost,
along with many others given to the USA like fiber optics.
One USA company spent $75 million in the 1940's trying to make colour TV and failed.
In the end they just took Bairds Patents when they expired!!
It was Mothers artistic talent that helped my Father to find the three colours that would mix togeather and produce a working spectrum for Television.
I know how to make a television that makes the picture a life like picture as in 3-D that needs
no special glasses to view it, I will give it to the USA or the BBC if they want.
The Baird tradition continues!
Father was totally fascinated by the world he came into but was controlled by LOVE!
Gordon Mays Baird Saying [click for more]
As I search my mind for all the things that mother told me of my father I see that a controlling force in his life was the love he felt for a
young lady he met. She must have shown him true love, almost heaven its self.
Although love is the most wonderful thing to ever happen to us, when things go wrong, it becomes a curse it takes over our lives. I too have experienced this "Blessing or Curse," and have searched to try to explain it, the act of being in love.
Love is just a selfish devotion we have to someone we meet on life’s path.
Yet it is more powerful than power and Money combined.
Maybe friendship is greater as this is a consenting union of minds,
a real caring about each other, a true concern about each other’s happiness.
I think it is better never to fall in love, than have to suffer the everlasting pain of loosing that love.
In the case of love "Ignorance is bliss".
A changed saying :- It is better to never love than love and lose that love.
This is my feeble attempt :
John Logie Baird was always very proud of his heritage, but seldom wore a kilt as he was always so worried about how he looked to the world. He was very well dressed when he was out and about. He never wanted to be seen in his lab clothes so often very important people who were visiting him had to wait being entertained by Kathleen my mother while John shaved and dressed. His standards were high. By 1946 he had up and running 1800line, fully electronic, colour television, something we cannot even see today.
John Logie Baird was a kind man, caring for others, but misunderstood as he lived in a world of his own.
He never stopped thinking.
The whole World was of deep interest to him, how things worked and why. He loved his mother, his Daughter and of course the mystery woman. His perfect pitch ear led him to adore piano music, which led him on to marriage. He was always thinking, wherever he went, how to improve life, drawing on napkins his new ideas even when dining
his mind was working hard. Loving photography led him on his quest to invent Television. At first he had the idea to make an electric camera. Then the saw the possibility of moving electrical pictures, and the idea overtook him.
He had a passion for clocks and watches, also enjoyed the Victorian Music box's, the pianoforte box was his favourite, as it often sounded as
if the pianist had six hands. Friends were very important to him. He never got over the loss of his mother and blamed his father for her somewhat hard life. He loved Helensburgh and his home there, surrounded by Cherry Trees. He stopped smiling on photographs so that people would take him seriously, thinking that his fathers wonderful sense of humour had held him back as far as promotions within the church. He needed love and was always devastated when the woman he loved so much spurned him, marring another while he was away. He always wanted to marry above his class as he adored the Arts, from Orchestral to Modern in music. He loved the Opera and Ballet. The theatre was also a great way for him to spend time. He hoped that an upper-class wife would open doors to this side of life. He loved the fine life down to tea from Bone China, and a clean napkin with every meal, even if it was only tea and a bun. He was fascinated by the Occult and astrology , also with building and decorating,
with a great enjoyment of good food and good wine. Everything was interesting, and warranted investigation.
I forget the name of his soul mate I think it was either Susan or Pat, the hard thing was that she was absolutely perfection for him. He loved her beyond explanation, the only hesitation he had was that she came from a normal background and was not the better class girl he hoped to marry who would open doors for him to lead to the Lords and Lady's of this World. while thinking about what was the best thing to do, his love impatiently married someone else. He was devastated. He had asked her along on his Caribbean trip, but she had refused feeling that it was improper for a unmarried lady to escort a man in this fashion. Right up to the last moment of life he was thinking of her, wondering and wishing she was by his side. It was another Dr Zhivago as their deep love seemed to keep them apart. He once confessed to mother that if he had met
her at school, he would have never looked at another woman. She appeared at his funereal in a terrible state and his kind wife Margaret looked after her. When someone we love dies we turn to their next of kin hoping to find the person in them, but sadly so often it fails.
She seemed to live into her 90's waiting to die
so that again she could be with her love.
I think that they met again somewhere in time, maybe under Gods wing.
Click on the picture for more photographs taken by John Logie Baird of the Faux Family
Half Brother Malcolm admits that he knows nothing of this side of his
fathers life. Read the forum on Bexhill-on-Sea's web site.
