There's something wildly comforting about being home, especially going to a house that's as old as you are. Every creaky floorboard, every pipe rattle, is a familiar song. A blanket of familiarity over everything that's going on around you.
I still haven't gotten to the attic to look for a couple of treasured items I think I need (my Mattel electronic football game and two books of poetry I wrote in my early teens), but I know those memories are there.
What is there, constant, are memories of Sunday morning cartoons; playing kick the can until the last light of evening fades; going barefoot from March through October (even with patches of snow on the ground).
During the 70s, we had Schoolhouse Rock, little, 3-minute animated films that aired between "The Bugs Bunny Roadrunner Hour," "Johnny Quest," "Lancelot Link, Secret Chimp (which was live-action)," "The Jetsons" and "The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show." They were educational, without being stupid. And you spent the next week with the "Conjunction Junction" song stuck in your head.
So that's it, Schoolhouse Rock, your Video Friday:
"Conjunction Junction"
"Interjections!"
"Three is a Magic Number"
"Lolly, Lolly Lolly Get Your Adverbs Here"
"No More Kings"
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3 comments:
Conjunction Junction...what a fun memory and what an especially youngful song for me to hum all day...
"I'm just a bill...on capitol hill."
My favorite is Interplanet Janet!
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