Today I have been culling movies . . . . again. Interesting little experiences. If you want to make sure a show will be "safe" for the grand kiddies to watch, get a collection of the shows from the Good Old Days, right? Ah hem . . well maybe, maybe not.
When was the last time you watched the "Lone Ranger". Let's see, everyone goes all over the place, shooting at other men. Then they ambush the group of rangers in a canyon (let's make sure these kids never want to go hiking around Arizona, a state full of canyons). Then when all the rangers have been pronounced dead by the ranger that "turned", on e of the bad guys shoots him in the back as he is walking back to his horse. Hmmmm, let's think about this a bit. . . . . donate pile, let someone else warp their kids' minds. Is it just me, or was Tonto kind of a looker . . . reminds me of someone . . . bronzey, big old gleaming smile, high cheek bones . . . .oh yeah, Stephen!
OK, let's watch good ole Bozo's Big Top . . . it's so funny . . . . as the little kid and the kangaroo hit each other (boxing AKA fighting) . . what in the world. Then it went down hill from there.
Good heavens, we must have been desperate for entertainment! That should have given us nightmares . .
I checked out Lassie, with Jeff, not that little squeaky voiced little little Timmy. I was going to look just like Jeff's mom when I grew up, you know . . so how'd I do? Hahahahaha but she was so pretty. Maybe I just wanted the pearls, or was that June Cleaver, yep, it was June, not Ellen. My country years were spent in jeans, plaid flannel shirts and big old ugly t-shirts. Poor Jon, of course I did wrestle goats and chase chickens, when we weren't butchering them . . . yada, yada, yada. No gramps to do all that.
I did get one with good old Liberace. Remember him? Now that dude knew how to play piano with a flourish? may I say. I was definitely going to play piano just like he did some day. What a . . . . don't think I can say that on the internet . . . but I was pretty shocked after I had grown up a bit and hadn't seen him for awhile . . . . . wooo!
I doubt there is any footage of one of my next favorites . . . . Oral Roberts. Not just any Oral Roberts . . . . the one in the 50's. the one that could heal you but good! Funny thing, I can never remember getting to heal my bothers when we played "Oral Roberts". Wonder if that has anything to do with all my neck problems? I was good and healed, repeatedly.
When my little friend & I weren't playing that (I did get to heal her), we liked play "Sacrament". We broke up bread into a little basket from Mexico (came full of little carved, painted veggies) and the water was in my cute little play glasses (whiskey shot glasses . . . mom was smart with that one, never broke one!) We would take turns muttering over one of them and pass it to each other. I am so glad that I was spacey and hadn't memorized the Sacrament prayers. I suppose mom would have put a stop to it if we had actually said them.
Tonight as I finish moving the DVD's into jewel cases, I will preview some of the cartoons that we used to watch. If I dare!
Good heavens, we must have been desperate for entertainment! That should have given us nightmares . .
I checked out Lassie, with Jeff, not that little squeaky voiced little little Timmy. I was going to look just like Jeff's mom when I grew up, you know . . so how'd I do? Hahahahaha but she was so pretty. Maybe I just wanted the pearls, or was that June Cleaver, yep, it was June, not Ellen. My country years were spent in jeans, plaid flannel shirts and big old ugly t-shirts. Poor Jon, of course I did wrestle goats and chase chickens, when we weren't butchering them . . . yada, yada, yada. No gramps to do all that.
When my little friend & I weren't playing that (I did get to heal her), we liked play "Sacrament". We broke up bread into a little basket from Mexico (came full of little carved, painted veggies) and the water was in my cute little play glasses (whiskey shot glasses . . . mom was smart with that one, never broke one!) We would take turns muttering over one of them and pass it to each other. I am so glad that I was spacey and hadn't memorized the Sacrament prayers. I suppose mom would have put a stop to it if we had actually said them.
Tonight as I finish moving the DVD's into jewel cases, I will preview some of the cartoons that we used to watch. If I dare!
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All I have to say is this: THAT CLOWN LOOKS DISTURBING!!!!!! And I'm not even afraid of clowns, so that is really saying something. No thanks!
Cartoons are bad. Stephen let the kids watch a bunch of Tom & Jerry the other day. I prayed the rest of the day the kids didn't decide to Tom & Jerry each other later. It's a miracle any of us survived our childhood entertainment.
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