It is Saturday morning, and believe it or not, I don’t even know what time it is. I know it is later than 6 a.m. because there is sunshine outside, our two little dogs have already made their pleas to go potty.
But had I been, let’s say, 10 years old (that was back in the 70’s), I could at least tell you what hour of the morning it was, and that would have been based on what cartoon was showing on one of only three – yes three – television channels.
For several years when I was young, my family did not own a television; it was considered too worldly. Unfortunately, what might have been a “tool of Satan” back then has now become nothing less than a porthole-window view of the sea of filth into which the ship of our culture is sinking. Just pick your channel (or porthole) – there are hundreds of them.
But back in the 70’s there were at least some good cartoons on the air, so my parents didn’t mind me staying over at my grandparents’ house on Friday night… so that I could wake up to Rocky and Bullwinkle the next morning… at 6 a.m.
Back in those days, there was no Cartoon Network or Adult Swim. Cartoons were only shown early on Saturday mornings, that was it. And if a kid didn’t wake up at the crack of dawn, he’d miss the best shows. The later the morning got, the more cheesy (even for that time) the cartoons became. If he woke up too late, the only thing he’d get to see would be local programming (gag!).
I miss the days of pre-Scrappy Scoobydoo; the predictable and comforting theme music drawing me into another rerun of Bugs Bunny; and the pre-scandalized Bill Cosby teaching me about junkyard life through the voice of Fat Albert. I miss thinking the dinosaurs actually looked real on the Land of the Lost, and I really miss learning about the Constitution and grammar from School House Rock – I can still remember the song that taught the Preamble… Can you sing it with me?
“We the people, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, secure domestic tranquility-ee-ee-eeee, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare [and then], secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution of the United States of America.”
Kids used to wake up early on Saturday mornings, grab a bowl of sugary cereal, then sit down in front of a console television for a few hours in order to be entertained, even educated! Then, awake and on a slight sugar high, they would walk away from boring TV to run outside where they would ride bikes, build forts, throw lawn darts, shoot BB guns, or anything else to stay out of the house.
Saturday morning used to be a highly-anticipated treat, one from which you did NOT want to get grounded. Now it’s just another day – where the hours bleed into another…and kids sleep through it.
Change happens, but it’s not always for the better.
The Recovering Legalist 
I can’t tell you how many times I sang “Conjunction Junction, what’s your function?” while writing news releases or editing interns.
And yes to the Preamble!
If you would like to watch, I will be commenting in real time. https://youtu.be/YRQXf5vFVkQ
Is this for Sunday? What time Central?
Yes. No, Eastern
What time though!
Sorry. 11 eastern
Good job Pastor! I love how your wife helps you. And it auto-played to the next sermon so I got to hear your mom play and sing again.
Does she know how to fa so la sing?
Ha! No, I don’t think so. But when she was in better health she had perfect pitch. You could say, “Give me a ‘c’,” and she could hum it. I once proved her ability with a guitar tuner!
I’d appreciate your prayers for her, though. She’s already lost 20 pounds.
I will pray for her. Ask her if she’s ever been to any shape note singings. She has such a beautiful voice. That manner of singing is so Southern.
Oh, yes she has. We grew up with the “red back” Church Hymnal.
My early childhood was the sixties. Woke up before the programming started at 6:00 am (test pattern on tv). Started my Saturday morning with Mighty Mouse, Tennessee Tuxedo, and Cheerios (with about a cup of sugar). By 10:00 am, the “good” cartoons were over, so I was out the door playing in the woods with friends.
Btw, we had three channels, too! In fact, one showed shows from all the networks!
I SOOO can relate! Every bit of it!
Ah, Rocky and Bullwinkle: They were my homeboys!
My fiance said he loved watching cartoons in the sixties. He also love watching Soupy Sales and fireball XL5. Let face it, back then cartoons were a great babysitter for parents to sleep in.
That’s the truth.