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I'm not catsfive, but the Roadrunner and Coyote cartoons were my favorite. :-)
Amen. I just told my husband about catsfive and then we thought of that old cartoon of the old man who finds a singing frog. But it will not sing for the old man when he wants to make money with it. The frog sings, "Hello my honey, hello my baby, hello my ragtime gal." We always think this is so------funny. I just love it.
YES! I'll take our cartoons and our music any day of the week compared to what there is nowadays. God bless you Snowgirl. I'm 1960 myself. You are my brother Robert's age. Also I have a birthday coming up on St. Patrick's day. Have a great weekend.
I remember that cartoon with the frog! LOL Good stuff. :-) God bless you as well!
Michigan J. Frog is the official name of the frog.
Thanks. I'll try and remember that. Sometimes I look it up on the internet just so I can watch that silly cartoon and take myself back to my childhood. God bless.
Whippersnapper! LOL I can fondly remember watching old cartoons from circa 1930s on our five-inch screen black and white tv in the huge cabinet because there wasn't enough programming to fill out the day. Long before you were born. Romper Room long before Captain Kangaroo and Pick Temple (who you'll remember if you grew up in the DC area in the 1950s.)
I remember Romper Room. In fact, I was telling my grandkids about how we didn't get a lot of toys unless it was Christmas or (once in a blue moon) you'd get something for your birthday. I wanted a baton for my 6th birthday as a girl at school had one and boy could she twirl it. My father; thinking he knew what I wanted, brought me home a plastic Romper Room baton with a clown head on top. It was not what my 6 year old heart had in mind. Being the father he was, he took me to town and made me show him one, where he bought it for me. But yes, I remember Romper Room and Captain Kangaroo; but do not remember Pick Temple.
Mom brought each of us a comic book (no superheroes, more like Archie or Little Dottie) when she went to the grocery store each week. Toys at birthdays or Christmas unless you snagged enough pennies to get a Wooly Willy, paper dolls or one of those balls attached to a paddle at the 5 and Dime. What a treasure trove that was, and they had real penny candy for 1 cent each piece. And they had real metal with rubber tips batons.
You had a really sweet daddy, Mary!
Pick Temple had a kids' show on one of the DC tv stations. He was a cowboy. I remember how excited my two older cousins were to meet him at something local in Fairfax Va., where they lived.
One of the hostesses, Maryann King, lived in our jurisdiction. She served on boards of several charitable organizations, always gracious, kind, giving and carried her "Magic Mirror" in her purse. She often led out in the Pledge of Allegiance too. RIP Miss Maryann!!
Let's hear it for 1960!
Woo woo woo! Hip hip hurray! Yeah reeeeeeeee, reeeeeee, reeeee! There we are for all those born in 1960.
For we're the jolly good fellows, for we're the jolly good fellows, for we're the jolly good fellows, that nobody can deny.
Hurray!
Underdog and The Jetsons here.
Beavis and Butthead here.
NGL that season where they ripped on currenter MTV programming was funny.