When I was a child, I loved television. Of course, we only had four channels, if the antenna was working properly that day. (Move the rabbit ears a bit more, a bit more… stop… now, don’t move!) Our family would congregate around the TV set almost every evening. My favorite shows were All in the Family, Andy Griffith Show, The Beverly Hillbillies, Bewitched, The Dukes of Hazzard, Gilligan’s Island, Happy Days, I Dream of Jeannie, Laverne and Shirley, Little House on the Prairie, The Waltons, and Welcome Back, Kotter. And Saturday mornings? Those cartoons/kids’ shows were the best! My siblings and I loved The Bugs Bunny Show, Captain Kangaroo, Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids, The Flintstones, Hong Kong Phooey, H.R. Pufnstuf, Josie and the Pussycats, and Scooby Doo.
These days, however, I do not watch much television. (I guess I am too busy writing blog entries.) When I do turn on the tube, I tend to prefer:
- Genealogically related (pun intended) shows (As if you couldn’t surmise that already!)
- Sappy love stories (What can I say? I have a thing for happily ever after.)
- Home repair shows
- And My Grandmother’s Ravioli