On reflecting while reading the blog I Miss My Childhood, I was inspired and reminded of many of the great things that enhanced my very own childhood. Does anybody remember Schoolhouse Rock? It came on every Saturday, if I remember correctly, following the wonderful cartoons that aired. (Mind you, these were real cartoons, not like the ones that they have now.) I remember well the great songs that came from Schoolhouse Rock, like "I'm Just a Bill", and "Lolly's Lolly's Lolly's get your Adverbs Here". Saturday mornings used to be the greatest. I remember, I would wake up, and make sure that my Dad was awake to watch cartoons with me, whether he wanted to be awake at this time or not. Then later in the morning, my Mother would take me to town with her, as she usually had a "beauty shop appointment" to get her hair teased, and for some odd reason, I would always drink "Tab" while she got her hair done (not the best tasting diet soda ever invented). Then we would have to run errands, pay bills and so forth. Saturday afternoons would sport some great movies too, but living on ten acres, I had plenty of things to fill my imagination with outside, since I didn't have certain luxuries like a PC or video games like today's youth, who have nothing but electronic convenience and everything that they could dream of.
My sister and I were having a discussion not too long ago as well about Velamints. Remember Velamints?? I couldn't find a photo of their original packaging, but they came in various flavors. I most remember the chocolate flavored ones. These and other odd treats of the 70s, I found at In The 70s. So, thanks 'Chelly' for bringing back a few of those fond childhood memories; I don't want to disclose too many because I might begin to feel like a complete old fart, which i'm not mind you--I am "the cool aunt" of my family, and intend to stay that way, even if I have to be cryogenically frozen like this guy we all know and love.
You know, now that we have Cartoon Network and TV Land on Cable or Satellite, so these tv shows that I am speaking of, they no longer carry any significance or have any sentimental value to anyone. But growing up, I didn' t have cable, even after it was easily available-my parents refused to get it. So when I had the chance to go and visit my oldest sister, Vickie (who had children close to my age), I was able to go berzerk! I would stay a week at a time during the summer time when school was out, and soak in the MTV, and the great movies that were featured on cable. I remember many times we would all pile up on the couch at her house, and catch the featured horror flick, such as "The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane", or Stephen King's "It" and most memorably, "Carrie". Getting scared out of our wits was a ghastly highlight we often looked forward to. Thanks Vickie!--For planting terror in your little sister's heart, and also for some wonderful childhood memories.