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The story behind television
Television is the device that brings an incident to our eyes instantly when it happens in any corner of the world. Television has the glory and splendor to show realistically and without exaggeration. Can you hear the voice in a box when it got to the radio world in 1922 ?!The astonished world would never have imagined that in the next four years they would hear a voice in a box and see images. But the inventors also make inventions. We are going to get to know someone who dreamed of showing sound and light in a box and brought to the world the noble device of television. His name is John Logie Baird. If Marconi is the father of radio then Baird is the father of television.John Loki Bird was born on 13 August 1888 in Helensburg, near Glasgow, Scotland. He is the youngest of four children. His father was a priest who managed a large family on a low income. Byrd had been in poor health since childhood. That's why something is playing for him Not too keen on entertainment. Byrd attended elementary school near his home. Bird has had a keen interest in photography since childhood. Many affiliates were taught in English schools at the time One of them was the Photography Bird who became more interested in it and also served as the Student President of the Photography Society. To lend a hand, Bird experimented with pictures and moving scenes with some friends at the age of twelve.At the age of 17 he joined the Royal Institute of Technology in London and graduated with a degree in Electrical Economics. He later graduated from the University of Glasgow. While studying at university, Byrd believed that selenium cells could convert light into electrical signals, so he studied at home because he could not do research at the university.He always believed that he could transmit light and even talking pictures through electricity. After graduation he joined a company as an assistant engineer. At the age of 26, he got a job in an electronics factory. Unsatisfied with all of that, Byrd started his own business producing pants instead.But he did not make much profit from it and then got down to making jam and sauce to rub on bread. Due to ill health, he had to give up the profession.Byrd sailed to see his friend in Trinidad at the time. He then befriended the ship's radio operator. The two discussed and shared a lot of ideas about how to transmit images from one place to another, just like radio broadcasts. Byrd returned to London in 1922 at the age of 34 .Although he was living in poverty due to unemployment, his dream of television did not leave him alone. He created a blueprint for the operation of a television set and did a variety of research on cardboard, electric motors, projection lamps, electric cells, neon lights, and radio valves.The year 1924 seemed to pay off for the two years of hard work he had put in. He was able to cast the shadow of a cross ten meters away. He did not have the financial means to continue his research and was in fact forced to sell and eat parts of his research equipment.Still not discouraged Bird. He was trying to somehow bring the human face and the moving scene into a box. He advertised in newspapers asking for help because he had no money for research. With the help of it, he started directing the first model of television the following year. Byrd went uphill to see the whole picture accurately on screen without any flaws.That day, October 2, 1925, was the day television came to the world. Within the next four years he also studied color television and successfully developed it. In 1929 he started a black and white television service for the British Broadcasting Corporation. It is a little difficult to imagine a world without television today. But until 85 years ago it was just a fantasy. That fantasy came true because John Loki Bird tried. The pioneer who helped bring the world into our living room passed away on June 14, 1946 at the age of 58.
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