We didn’t have a TV for 2 years in the early ‘80s. We found this radio program, and pulled up a chair every Saturday night to listen.

I had these “seasonal” cassette tapes when I was very young and would listen to them when I’d fall asleep, when my dad would be working late and wasn’t there to read to me. I still find Garrison Keillor’s nasal, breathy midwestern voice immensely comforting. He could be saying anything.

My Sat. evening routine was listening to this radio show,it was my time to share with only a chosen few. The subtle humor and nostalgia references were to be savored. I still have my fave’s but Garrisons voice will always take me to Lake Wobegon for a short visit…..thanks for the pleasure of your company.

He grew up in Anoka Minnesota or more accurately on a farm which was next to my cousins farm. I’m sure he is familiar with Nowthen and Happy Corners where my uncles used to imbibe. I spent summers up there from Chicago. It was magical to be on farms surrounded by family. His stories ring a bell for me.

My brother got me into listening to this show in 1980 I was a avid listener until he retired for good I miss this show this show helped me keep me centered.

Storytelling at its best! Thank you ❤

I was so ecstatic to run across these recordings!! I loved PHC for years, and loved almost everything on the shows, but the "News from Lake Wobegone" was the essential piece that I loved the most! Great story telling! Wonderful radio, which is very hard to find, currently. I miss PHC and the like, most terribly! Long live NPR and the sister networks that still provide some of this kind of content!

I so love radio stories. I was a schoolaged child in the 50's and so this takes me back to a better time.

I remember the original broadcast of this. Allways one of my favorites. I still have the recording I made on cassette.

In va Beach you could hear it live Saturday nights and it was replayed on Sunday at noon !

Im stuck in Florida now. I miss my family and the fall time in Ohio.

Thank you for this wonderful moment. ❤🥰❤️

Absolutely brilliant story.....

Brilliant story!

It was and is... a quiet week in Lake Wobegon. I recall swearing in French (to myself, because I didn't think anyone could hear me), and abruptly getting the oddest looks from a couple of people in Target. I didn't know anyone could understand me! Awkward!

Great listening would love to hear the one where smoking cigarettes was illegal 😂

❤🎉THIS is entertainment.

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"...they were like prisoners in a prison." Garrison, you can do better.

This is obviously from later in Keillor’s career. I can tell because it’s so shot through with Boomer negativity and nihilism, which infested Keillor’s monologues and “humor” like a malignancy in those final few years of the show.