Normally, tv watching around here consists of three flavours: kids channel #1, kids channel #2, or kids channel #3. I don’t watch. If it weren’t for BabyGirl, I wouldn’t even own a tv. The tv is considered hers. Not that I voice that to her. The truth is, most weekends when she’s gone, the tv doesn’t even get a glance, let alone get turned on.
When I was growing up, tv was geared mostly towards adults and specialty channels, like kids channels, were unheard of. Our tv was a piece of furniture which Mom polished on the weekends. And it was firmly grounded in the adult world. The remote was definitely controlled by my parents. I watched whatever they watched: the news, game shows, sports, travel and cooking shows, musicals, romantic comedies, westerns and war movies. I didn’t understand the adult world much, but I was very aware of it. I knew people could be as beautiful as they could be ugly.
There were a couple of hours of kids shows after school and cartoons were on Saturday mornings. As a child, Sunday seemed like THE worst day of the week. Not only was there nothing to do because most stores were closed and most people hung out with their family, but tv programming consisted of a variety of fishing shows or a variety of Sunday sermons brought to tv land courtesy of the multiple Christian denominations out there. Sunday was truly the most boring day of all until supper time when the Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom came on. After a day of playing with imaginary friends, watching wild animals tear each other apart (At least, that’s how I remember it.) came as a relief. Of course, such violence was then followed by a Walt Disney Presents movie.
I wonder what BabyGirl will remember about tv watching. She’ll probably say something like: “My mom used to say it was our tv, but really it was mine.”
What do you remember about watching tv as a kid? What’s your favorite specialty channel? Were Sundays as dull for you as they were for me?