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| Tell me you remember . . . sigh! |
Yesterday's blog was about fire.
And Bonanza.
And my youngest brother, Blair, reminded me of something that filled us with glee.
When we were kids.
Every Sunday evening.
I should point out, here, that Sundays were family/TV nights.
Our one TV channel outdid itself on that particular evening.
And if we were good . . .
Okay, I admit it, even if we weren't good . . .
We got to watch.
First Disney's Wonderful World of colour.
In black and white and shades of grey.
Then Ed Sullivan.
Eeeee!
Then Bonanza.
The best of them all.
The cherry on top of the Sunday . . . well . . . sundae.
Not a sound would be heard.
We barely breathed.
Pa and Adam and Hoss and Little Joe filled the air around us.
There was room for nothing else.
If you wanted to do something noisy . . .
Like blink.
Or swallow.
Do it during the commercials from the Kraft Kitchens.
Wimp!
But the best part . . .
The best part, was the opening: du-duddle-uh-duddle-uh-duddle-uh, Bonanza!
Du-duddle-uh-duddle-uh-duddle-uh, Bonanza is it's name!
We'd 'sing' along happily and wait.
Remember the aforementioned (good word) no breathing.
That would be here, too.
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| Warning: Hot! |
Because the fire was coming.
From the map that burned.
Right there on the screen.
All of us kids would run up and touch the B&W&SOG (see above) flames and then run howling and screaming about the room.
Pretending we had been mortally burned.
Our patient parents would nod and smile and shake their heads and wait for the music to finish.
Because that would be our cue for absolute quiet.
Without either of them having to say a word.
Sunday evening.
With family.
And Bonanza.
It just didn't get any better than that.
