Avery-Hanson Genealogy - Person Sheet
Avery-Hanson Genealogy - Person Sheet
BurialRoanoke, VA7
FatherHerbert De La Vergne AVERY (1865-1934)
MotherMignon (Minnie) Cassedy SHAEFFER (1872-1942)
Spouses
Birth19 Feb 1911, New York City, NY, USA9
Death19 Mar 2003, Paoli, PA, USA10
Burial24 Apr 2003, Roanoke, VA11
OccupationTeacher
EducationHS, BS, MA Ed (see details)
EducationRoanoke City High School, 25 May 192712
EducationBS Madison College June 1931
EducationMA Ed New York University, Feb 195613
ReligionEpiscopalian
FatherAlbert Earl SNYDER (1884-1971)
MotherAnne (Annie) Perkins LAMPKIN (1880-1971)
ChildrenJ. E. (Living)
Notes for Robert De La Verne AVERY
1911: born, residence 506 River St, Canon City3,1
~1916-7: Chilldhood friend of John Payne 17
1920: res. 206 Virginia Ave, Roanoke, VA w. Herbert, Minnie, Howard18
1928: started work at WDBJ radio station, Roanoke, VA
1929-1931: Boy Scout, Roanoke, VA Troop 19
1929: Member of Institute of Radio Engineers (IRE)
1930: res. 206 Virginia Ave, Roanoke, VA w. Herbert, Minnie, as radio operator.8
1931: Chief Engineer, WDBJ, Roanoke, VA20
10 May 1936: engaged to Frances Snyder
1936-1939: res WDBJ station building, Roanoke VA 20
1938-1943: Designed & supervised Virginia State Police Radio System 21
1949: Certified Radio Engr (2nd in VA)22
1941: Secretary, Atlantic Police Communications Association
1943: Resigned as State Police Radio Engineer to go to work at J. H. Bunnell
1943 - 1949: Chief Radio Engineer, J.H. Bunnell & Co.
1944: Senior Member of Institute of Radio Engineers (IRE)
1946: First Class Radio Telephone Operator License issued
1949: res. 239 Brown Ave. Hempstead, LI, NY
~1916-7: Chilldhood friend of John Payne 17
1920: res. 206 Virginia Ave, Roanoke, VA w. Herbert, Minnie, Howard18
1928: started work at WDBJ radio station, Roanoke, VA
1929-1931: Boy Scout, Roanoke, VA Troop 19
1929: Member of Institute of Radio Engineers (IRE)
1930: res. 206 Virginia Ave, Roanoke, VA w. Herbert, Minnie, as radio operator.8
1931: Chief Engineer, WDBJ, Roanoke, VA20
10 May 1936: engaged to Frances Snyder
1936-1939: res WDBJ station building, Roanoke VA 20
1938-1943: Designed & supervised Virginia State Police Radio System 21
1949: Certified Radio Engr (2nd in VA)22
1941: Secretary, Atlantic Police Communications Association
1943: Resigned as State Police Radio Engineer to go to work at J. H. Bunnell
1943 - 1949: Chief Radio Engineer, J.H. Bunnell & Co.
1944: Senior Member of Institute of Radio Engineers (IRE)
1946: First Class Radio Telephone Operator License issued
1949: res. 239 Brown Ave. Hempstead, LI, NY
Notes for Robert De La Verne AVERY
Humorous article written about Bob while he was at WDBJ:
WDBJ Briefs
by M. B. S.
We know that Bob Wolfenden and Bob Avery wish that we would adopt for our own personal motto the one sald to be posted In the dressing room of a New York actor: "0 Lord, help me today, to keep my darn nose out of other people's business." But how can we, when the whole town is positively clamoring for the life history of these two? And life histories are obtained by prying and snooping, not by being courteous and ladylike. So, true to our public (heaven help them) and bidding Emily Post go climb a tree, we came through last Tuesday with a neat little masterpiece concerning Bob Wolfenden (he admitted he was concerned) and today, children, you will have the story of his rival, pal and room-mate on the Shenandoah Life: Bob Avery.
According to Bob Wolfenden, who ought to know him: "Bob Avery is truly scientific. He eats, sleeps, and drinks radio." (And milk.) It is his profession, hobby, relaxation, and perennial pet. A visit to his home will convince you and also make you feel like a sap. Bob being the wizard he is, for here Bob has effected the most gigantic hook-up, merger , and mix-up of radio and phonograph outside of Marconi's laboratory? and probably not equalled there. We just mentioned Marconi anyway, so that he wouldn't get peeved at us for leaving him out of a scientific treatise on radio.
In the living room, you see a dial like those used on phones, with some colored lights draped artistically about it. Very pretty, you think, until Bob explains: Dial the number “I,” and you turn the radio on, "2" turns it off, “3” increases the volume it "4" cuts it down, “5” cuts the phonograph off, “9” and "10" Bob calls the “Special Lazy Man's Volume Control"—They hook up with a little box on a table by an easy chair in another room, and if things get too loud or too soft for you, you don’t have to wish you didn't have to get up and go in the other room and fix the radio, or more likely call to somebody to please go and fix the radio, but merely lay your finger lightly upon the little box, and there you are? Bob has a dial with accompanying lights by his bed, too. He can start the phonograph downstairs without getting out of bed, and before this goes to press he will probably have invented something or other to change his records for him. And by the way, Bob has the second best collection of phonograph records in town.
And he also has made a record for himself in the Rotunda Club, that exclusive organization where girth is worth: He broke six chairs in one year, and he probably wishes he could id break a seventh over our heads for getting him out of bed this morning to show us about.
Bob's mother says that he first showed his scientific yearnings by disintegrating her watches and clocks. From that small but entertaining (to Bob) beginning, he has become a radio engineer smart enough to make the huge switch boards and other intricacies at WDBJ that are lousy with wires going and coming in all directions. to say nothing of his own basement which contains according to Bob "the gizards" of the grand dial arrangement, as well as other mysterious experiments.
He lectures before the local Radio Club, loves and knows music, draws pictures of his inventions with architect’s drawing tools, loves a good argument and milk, and gives us an illuminating illustration of how simple and comfortable life will be when science becomes man's slave instead (end of clipping)
WDBJ Briefs
by M. B. S.
We know that Bob Wolfenden and Bob Avery wish that we would adopt for our own personal motto the one sald to be posted In the dressing room of a New York actor: "0 Lord, help me today, to keep my darn nose out of other people's business." But how can we, when the whole town is positively clamoring for the life history of these two? And life histories are obtained by prying and snooping, not by being courteous and ladylike. So, true to our public (heaven help them) and bidding Emily Post go climb a tree, we came through last Tuesday with a neat little masterpiece concerning Bob Wolfenden (he admitted he was concerned) and today, children, you will have the story of his rival, pal and room-mate on the Shenandoah Life: Bob Avery.
According to Bob Wolfenden, who ought to know him: "Bob Avery is truly scientific. He eats, sleeps, and drinks radio." (And milk.) It is his profession, hobby, relaxation, and perennial pet. A visit to his home will convince you and also make you feel like a sap. Bob being the wizard he is, for here Bob has effected the most gigantic hook-up, merger , and mix-up of radio and phonograph outside of Marconi's laboratory? and probably not equalled there. We just mentioned Marconi anyway, so that he wouldn't get peeved at us for leaving him out of a scientific treatise on radio.
In the living room, you see a dial like those used on phones, with some colored lights draped artistically about it. Very pretty, you think, until Bob explains: Dial the number “I,” and you turn the radio on, "2" turns it off, “3” increases the volume it "4" cuts it down, “5” cuts the phonograph off, “9” and "10" Bob calls the “Special Lazy Man's Volume Control"—They hook up with a little box on a table by an easy chair in another room, and if things get too loud or too soft for you, you don’t have to wish you didn't have to get up and go in the other room and fix the radio, or more likely call to somebody to please go and fix the radio, but merely lay your finger lightly upon the little box, and there you are? Bob has a dial with accompanying lights by his bed, too. He can start the phonograph downstairs without getting out of bed, and before this goes to press he will probably have invented something or other to change his records for him. And by the way, Bob has the second best collection of phonograph records in town.
And he also has made a record for himself in the Rotunda Club, that exclusive organization where girth is worth: He broke six chairs in one year, and he probably wishes he could id break a seventh over our heads for getting him out of bed this morning to show us about.
Bob's mother says that he first showed his scientific yearnings by disintegrating her watches and clocks. From that small but entertaining (to Bob) beginning, he has become a radio engineer smart enough to make the huge switch boards and other intricacies at WDBJ that are lousy with wires going and coming in all directions. to say nothing of his own basement which contains according to Bob "the gizards" of the grand dial arrangement, as well as other mysterious experiments.
He lectures before the local Radio Club, loves and knows music, draws pictures of his inventions with architect’s drawing tools, loves a good argument and milk, and gives us an illuminating illustration of how simple and comfortable life will be when science becomes man's slave instead (end of clipping)