Flashback Friday: Games and Puzzles

Mocha With Linda hosts a weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site. You can visit her site for more Flashbacks.

The prompt for today is:

Did you play many games when you were growing up? What were they? (Include outside games as well as board & card games.) Who did you generally play with? Did your entire family play games or just the kids? Were there any traditional games your family always played? What were your favorites? Are they still around today? What about puzzles? Was that a popular pastime at your house? Were puzzles saved for holidays or did you do them any time? Were they set out for anyone to work or just one person?

I am glad we had a week’s heads up on this one, because at first I could hardly think of any games. But after a while a few came to mind.

We did have Candyland when I was a child, and something like Sorry, only it wasn’t called that. Chinese checkers and regular checkers, of course. I do remember playing Chutes and Ladders, but I think it was different from the version we played when my sons were small.We played Concentration, like the Memory games, with regular playing cards. We played Life, Monopoly, and Yahtzee as I got a little older. Friends and I played a game called something like Dream Date (just looked it up — it is called Mystery Date — and they still make it!) where the guy you didn’t want to get was “the dud.” Probably not the best of games for a young girl’s psyche!

As for outdoor games, it seems we had a number of variations of tag. Regular tag, freeze tag (where you have to freeze in whatever pose you are in when you’re tagged until someone unfreezes you) and one of my favorites, statue tag. In that one someone swung the person around and they struck a pose as they were let go of and landed. Then “it” had to guess what they were supposed to be posing as. Other neighborhood games were Mother May I and Hide and Seek. Red Rover was played on the school playground and  7-Up and Simon Says were often played in school at recess on rainy days.

My grandmother loved card games and Canasta was her favorite. I often played with her but I don’t remember how it is played now. She also played several variations of Solitaire. We played Double Solitaire together often, something like Dutch Blitz but with regular playing cards.

Scrabble has been one of my favorite board games, but I don’t remember playing it growing up. I don’t remember where and with whom I first played it. I also liked Boggle and a game called Crossword Cubes which I wish they still made.

I don’t remember playing many games with my family as I grew up, but as all the siblings got older, we enjoyed games when we gathered together. Scattergories and Balderdash are the only two I remember, though I know we played several others.

When my own kids were small we played many of the same board games I did growing up as well as newer ones like Uno. As they got older we enjoyed games like Settlers of Cataan and its variation, Ticket to Ride, and Apples to Apples. My oldest and youngest love lengthy strategy games that take a couple of hours or more and played each other as well as a regular group of friends they got together with.

And though we still occasionally play board games, they mostly play video games now. I can’t handle any but the Wii — for some reason other video games bother my eyes. And my older kids and I play Scrabble via Facebook.

I do usually really enjoy games when we play, but somehow we don’t play them that often! I generally prefer games that are more than just chance or continually being knocked back to the beginning, like Sorry, but sometimes I’ll play those if someone else wants to.

Sometimes at church fellowships we’ve played group games like Outburst, Pictionary, and Guesstures. I like those just occasionally, but can’t handle too much noise and commotion for very long.

I really don’t remember any puzzles from my childhood. I used them a lot with my own kids when they were little, but only once when they were older did we have a big puzzle out that everyone worked on over several weeks. We just never seemed to get much into them, and to do all that work just to take it apart and put it back in the box seemed a waste to me. I know you can get a type of glue to hold it all together and frame it, but that just never appealed much to me.

How about you — what games did you grow up with?

The Week In Words

Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us, attributing it to its source, which can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

I only have one today, from an Elisabeth Elliot e-mail devotional:

If my life is once surrendered, all is well. Let me not grab it back, as though it were in peril in His hand but would be safer in mine! ~ Elisabeth Elliot, Keep a Quiet Heart

It’s absurd that we do that, isn’t it? We fear the possibility of some major catastrophe, or something serious happens to a loved one, or God allows something we don’t understand, and then we somehow feel we can protect ourselves better than He can. This set my thoughts running back through a previous post about being afraid to surrender all to Him. I hope it doesn’t sound self-indulgent or self-promotional to quote myself, but I tend to have to go back over some of the same lessons learned, and something I said in that post along these same lines was a good reminder to me:

There have been whole books written about reasons for suffering, and we hear testimonies of God’s grace through those times. Yet that lurking fear or reluctance can still snake into our thoughts.

As I was pondering these things this morning, the thought came, “What’s the alternative, really?” Suffering will come to most of us in some form or another. We live in a fallen world and deal with its effects; we’re not in heaven yet, where there are no tears, sorrow, pain. We’re not going to stop these things from coming into our lives if we don’t surrender to God. We can’t somehow insulate ourselves or protect ourselves from any pain or trial.

But if we are the Lord’s, we can trust that He has a purpose in what He has allowed. We can trust Him for His presence, peace, grace, and help. If we’re surrendered to Him, we can face these things in a way that we can’t otherwise.

I’m thankful we can “come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need (Hebrews 4:16).

If you’ve read anything that particularly spoke to you that you’d like to share, please either list it in the comments below or write a post on your blog and then put the link to that post (not your general blog link) in Mr. Linky below. I do ask that only family-friendly quotes be included. I hope you’ll visit some of the other participants as well and glean some great thoughts to ponder.

Flashback Friday: Toys

Mocha With Linda hosts a weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site. You can visit her site for more Flashbacks.

The question for this week is:

What toys do you remember from your childhood? What did you like to do to entertain yourself? Did you mostly play inside or outside? Did you ride a bike all over the neighborhood? Play baseball in the backyard? Basketball in the driveway? Did you have to “get permission” to play at a friend’s house, or were you and your friends back and forth between houses all the time? If you had siblings, was there a distinction between your toys and theirs? Did you “inherit” any toys from older siblings? What were the “fad” or “must-have” toys of your generation? Did you parents buy them? Was there a toy you always wanted and never got to have?

Just to help you plan, this week is Part 1 – Toys. Next week in Part 2, we’ll look back at Games and Puzzles. Because hopefully, our childhoods involved lots of playtime!

My favorite way to entretain myself was by reading. I preferred to play inside, but my mom sometimes shooed me outside. We did ride bikes around the neighborhood sometimes, but when I visited my cousins in Louisiana, we rode bikes everywhere. I think most of my friends lived too far away for a walk or bike ride, so our moms had to take us back and forth, so that obviously necessitated getting permission. But that was pretty standard in our house, anyway, to get permission to go somewhere. At my cousins’ house, where I spent a good deal of time as a child, most of their friends were within the sound of my aunt’s whistle–that was her signal to come home.

My all-time favorite toys were my Barbie and related dolls and their accessories. My nickname growing up was Barbie. The doll didn’t come out until I was around four, and I don’t know if my nickname came from her or if I was already called that. I did have one carrying case that, when opened, looked like a little closet, and I just loved the little clothes on little hangers and such. I made furniture out of matchboxes. There was a time when they sold kits to “make” Barbie clothes — the seams had some kind of glue stuff on them, so they stuck together rather than being sewed together. I don’t remember really loving those, but that is where I first learned how basic garment construction worked. Friends would bring over their Barbies. We also had Ken dolls and Barbie’s oldest friend, Madge, as well as some of her younger — cousins or something. I can’t remember their names. Francine was one, maybe.

There wasn’t quite all the Barbie paraphernalia there is now, but one toy I always wanted and never got was a Barbie Dream House. And, unrelated to Barbie, I always wanted an Easy Bake Oven and never got one. But one of my cousins got both. Sigh. (Not the cousins in La.)

As an aside, I know some moms don’t like Barbies now because of her…shapeliness and proportions and the supposed self-esteem issues she can cause girls, but, honestly, we never thought or talked about such things. It was just fun to try on the different clothes — and they were much more modest that what’s available these days.

I did have baby dolls before Barbie, but I don’t remember anything about them except that my favorite was named Susie after my cousin, Suzanne.

Another favorite, though not a toy exactly, was a little record player and several children’s records given to me by one aunt. I do remember a plastic tea set that looked like Corningware with the little blue emblem (chosen from the S&H Green Stamp store!), Etch-a-Sketch, Little People, Mr. Potato Head, Tinker Toys, Lincoln Logs. The last two may have been my brother’s or they may have belonged to all of us, I don’t remember. My brother was four years younger, so with different genders and ages we didn’t really play with the same toys often. He had a lot of plastic green army men and cowboys and Indians, Hot Wheels cars, Tonka trucks. My next sister was an additional four years younger, and then three more sisters followed. I think they probably shared (or fought over) toys, but I didn’t play with the same things then.

When I was a little older, I also loved my Spirograph and spent a lot of time making different designs. My La cousins and I were into paint-by-number kits for a spell.

I tended to be a “saver,” but in my late teens in a fit of cleaning out I gave all the Barbie stuff I had left to my sisters. If any of it survived — which I doubt — it is probably in my mom’s attic, not likely to be found until some day if and when the house is sold. I wish I had kept my first Barbie, because she was one of the first-edition ones in the black and white striped bathing suits.

Though we bought our own children current toys, I also loved to buy some of the classic toys I grew up with, too. They loved Little People, Hot Wheels, Tonka trucks and green army men and played with those for years — most of the others got played with briefly here and there but weren’t favorites. I think their favorites were Legos.

And that’s probably more than you ever wanted to know about what I played with. 🙂 But I enjoyed the trip down memory lane. You can join it or see what others played with at Linda‘s.

The Week In Words

Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us, attributing it to its source, which can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

Here are some that caught my eye this week:

This was from a comment bekah made on Janet‘s Week In Words post from last week:

Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead. C. S. Lewis. Mere Christianity

I think of this as not just the physical resurrection when our bodies die, but the resurrection power and newness of life that can only come in conjunction with dying to self. We tend to like and want the resurrection part but dread the death that has to precede it, yet there is no resurrection without death.

From Diane:

It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men. Frederick Douglass (1818-1895)

From Quill Cottage:

A stiff apology is a second insult…. The injured party does not want to be compensated because he has been wronged; he wants to be healed because he has been hurt. — G.K. Chesterton

From a friend’s Facebook:

“The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.” – Dorothy Nevill

From another friend’s Facebook:

My hope lives not because I am not a sinner, but because I am a sinner for whom Christ died; my trust is not that I am holy, but that being unholy, He is my righteousness. My faith rests not upon what I am or shall be or feel or know, but in what Christ is, in what He has done and in what He is now doing for me. Hallelujah! –Charles Spurgeon

Hallelujah, indeed, and amen!

And finally, from today’s reading of Our Daily Walk by F. B. Meyer, this is commenting on John 10:41 and 42, which says, “Many resorted unto Him, and said, John did no miracle: but all things John spake of this Man were true. And many believed on Him there” and the fact that many disparaged John because he did no miracles, yet his witness of Christ was the hallmark of his life and ministry:

Do not try to do a great thing, or you may waste all your life waiting for the opportunity which may never come. But since little things are always claiming your attention, do them as they come from a great motive, for the glory of God and to do good to men. No such action, however trivial, goes without the swift recognition and the ultimate recompense of Christ.

If you’ve read anything that particularly spoke to you that you’d like to share, please either list it in the comments below or write a post on your blog and then put the link to that post (not your general blog link) in Mr. Linky below. I do ask that only family-friendly quotes be included.

Flashback Friday: Books

Mocha With Linda hosts a weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site. You can visit her site for more Flashbacks.

The question for this week is:

Did you like to read when you were a child? What were your favorite genres, books or series? Did you read books because of the author or because of the title/plot? Did you own many books? Did your school distribute the Scholastic book orders (or some other type)? Did you visit the library often? Was there a summer reading program when you were young, and did you participate? Do you have any particular memories of your school libraries? What were your favorites and least favorites among the classics (the ones high school English teachers assign!)? If you didn’t like reading, do you like it more today than you did then?

I don’t think it takes too much time around my blog to notice that I am a book lover. I don’t remember if my mom read to me (though she may have), and I don’t remember going to libraries with my mom or entering summer reading programs. My first memories of books are from school. The first book I remember reading parts of there was A Child’s Garden of Verses. I do remember Dr. Suess and Little Golden Books at home as well as a Bible-in-pictures book that I was fascinated with.

I must have had a good many books at home, because one of my fondest memories of my father was when he built me my own bookcase. It was a simple plywood affair painted blue, but I was so pleased that he made it for me and that I had a place for my own books.

The first book I remember checking out of a school library was a book about Martin Luther. I guess I liked biographies even then. I do remember going through a phase of reading about horses, but I don’t think they were the Marguerite Henry books, because they didn’t seem familiar to me when I discovered them later as an adult. I only remember that the name of the horse in one book was Mystery and it was derived from one of the children first suggesting the name “Mr. E,” and when that was rejected, the child ran that name together into the word Mystery. I must’ve run into the Little House books somewhere along the way because I was thrilled when the TV series started and was familiar with the storyline on which many of the episodes were based. I also remember discovering Louisa May Alcott and loving Little Women and its sequels. I loved books that looked like this:

Little Women book cover

Little Women book inside

In fact, I bought this copy of Little Women as an adult in a bookstore at the mall (I miss those!!!) out of nostalgia even though I had a copy in a set of Alcott books.

My mom worked off and on, and I remember one baby-sitter as a middle-aged or older lady with what seemed like multitudes of bookshelves, many with children’s books. I don’t remember anything else about the lady or her house, but she was my favorite baby-sitter! I think it was from her house I read a book that I have been trying to remember the title of ever since. It was about a girl from England named Merry who came to the States, and other children made fun of her for using strange words for common things, so she felt left out and unwelcome, but eventually she made friends and taught them how to make primrose chains. Sally suggested one time the book might have been American Haven by Elizabeth Yates, but I bought that one to see, and it wasn’t it, though it was a good book.

I don’t really remember much of anything specific about school libraries through the years.

I do remember the Scholastic book orders and being thrilled to be able to order something from them sometimes. The only one I actually remember is one I got in early high school about a pregnant teen-ager, and I think I only remember it because my dad was angry about it. The story didn’t have much redeeming value — it was mostly about her angst, which was understandable, but offered little hope or direction.

The only classics assigned in high school that I actually remember were a few of Shakespeare’s works, but I didn’t get much out of Shakespeare until I saw some of his plays performed in college. One of my high school teachers must have assigned something from Dickens, though, because I discovered and loved David Copperfield and at some point read Oliver Twist and Great Expectations.I didn’t try A Tale of Two Cities until much later as an adult, and it took me several attempts to actually finish it, but when I did it became one of my all-time favorite novels. My pre-adult reading seems to have been sadly lacking in classics, so I have been on a quest over the last several years to read many of them.

And that’s pretty much all that I can recall about the formation of this reader. Whatever actually spurred my love of reading, I am extremely thankful for it. Reading has been one of my greatest sources of pleasure as well as learning and personal growth throughout my life.

8 Questions Meme

Susanne at Living to Tell the Story tagged me with an 8 Questions meme, in which she asks 8 questions, I answer them, then make up 8 new questions to tag 8 others with. Here are Susanne’s questions and my answers:

1. What is your greatest joy?

Besides my own salvation and times with the Lord in His Word, I can honestly say with John, “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth” (III John 4).

2. What do you do when you’re bored.

Mess around on the computer, surf through TV channels, or read. Which I do depends on what mood I am in.

3. Are you a sweet or salty snacker?

I have an overactive sweet tooth, so I am usually a sweet snacker, but sometimes a bag of chips or popcorn is the only thing that will do.

4. Beach or mountains?

This is hard — they both have their appeal. Beach, maybe, if it is not too hot and there aren’t too many people.

5. Favorite things on a burger.

I like my burgers fairly plain — mayo (preferably Miracle Whip, if I am making one at home), a little bit of mustard and ketchup, and a little lettuce. And cheese. Must have cheese. Sometimes a slice or two of bacon as well.

6. Would you rather have someone else do your laundry, clean your house or do your yardwork?

Clean my house.

7. Are you a one book at a time person or have many on the go at once?

I have at least two going at a time, occasionally three. I have one book in each bathroom, and if I am going through some type of Christian instructional book, I usually keep it with my devotional books and incorporate it into my devotional time.

8. Favorite scripture or quote.

This is another hard one, as there are multitudes of Scripture verses that have specially ministered to me, and I regularly post quotes that speak to me. I’ll narrow it down to two Scriptures that have come to the forefront over and over again in my life:

Psalm 16:11: Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

Isaiah 41:10: Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

Here are my questions for Bobbi, Alice, Melli, Lizzie, Susan, Mama Bear, Jewel, Carrie, if they’d like to play along, and anyone else who would like to do it:

1. What do you is the greatest benefit you receive from blogging?

2. What was your childhood nickname? How did you get it? Are you still called that now? (Oops — I guess that’s three in one!)

3. Miracle Whip or mayonnaise?

4. What is your favorite season and why?

5. When you are sick, do you like a lot of attention and pampering, or do you like to be left alone?

6. Share one pleasant childhood memory.

7. Share a time a hymn ministered to you in a special way.

8. Describe your favorite coffee mug (or show us a photo of it). Why do you like it?

The Week In Words

Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us, attributing it to its source, which can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

Here are some that caught my eye this week, with little commentary:

You’ll see why I like this one from a friend’s Facebook. 🙂

“The wisdom of the wise and the experience of the ages are perpetuated by quotations.” — Benjamin Disraeli

From Mennonite Girls Can Cook:

“Every house where love abides
And friendship is a guest,
Is surely home, and home sweet home,
For the heart can rest.”
~Henry Van Dyke~

I want my home to be a place where the heart can rest.

From another friend’s Facebook

“Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did.”

And from yet another friend’s Facebook, advice from a friend of hers while recuperating from a serious condition:

“Give yourself time to completely heal without guilt for taking the time.”

If you ever have had to heal from something, you know about feeling either guilty or discouraged  because you can’t do things that need to be done. But healing takes time.

From Keep a Quiet Heart by Elisabeth Elliot:

The secret is Christ in me, not me in a different set of circumstances.

And finally, from Angela Hunt’s The Note:

Some people…accept the “trappings” of belief without ever actually embracing the belief itself.

Sad but true. One of my prayers for each of us in my family, myself first of all, is that we would be genuine believers and not just going through the motions of Christian culture.

If you’ve read anything that particularly spoke to you that you’d like to share, please either list it in the comments below or write a post on your blog and then put the link to that post (not your general blog link) in Mr. Linky below. I do ask that only family-friendly quotes be included.

The Week In Words

Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us, attributing it to its source, which can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

Also, if you’ve posted a quote on your blog this past week, feel free to link it here as well. You don’t have to save it for Mondays. :) And please do read and comment even if you’re not posting quotes.

I am so very sorry to be so late with this today! I sometimes work on this post on Sunday evenings, but after Skyping Jeremy (or Skyping with Jeremy? Not sure how to say that) last night, I fell asleep on the couch until about 2 a.m., and then went to bed. Then this morning I laid back down for a little while…and then it turned into a long while. And then I woke up to several phone calls that needed attention. I hope I am not coming down with Jesse’s cold.

Anyway, on with the quotes!

From Janet‘s sidebar:

Goethe once wrote in a letter that “there are three kinds of reader: one, who enjoys without judgment; a third, who judges without enjoyment; and one between them who judges as he enjoys and enjoys as he judges. This latter kind really reproduces the work of art anew” (quoted in Alan Jacobs’ A Theology of Reading).

I don’t know how long you’ve had that there. Janet, but it just jumped out at me last week. I am not sure how “judging” is meant there, but I took it to mean thinking. analyzing, discerning, and I like to think I am the third kind of reader.

From this post via a friend’s Facebook status:

The gardener’s sharp-edged knife promotes the fruitfulness of the tree, by thinning the clusters, and by cutting off superfluous shoots. So is it, Christian, with that pruning which the Lord gives to thee. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

That, of course, echoes John 15:1-2: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.”

From another friend’s Facebook status:

Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you are not willing to move your feet.

I have to admit I too often do that. Sometimes a delay to pray about something can be a delay to obey what I already know the Lord wants me to do, or sometimes I am praying for guidance when I am reluctant or even not yet willing to go in the direction that might be the answer.

This was from Laura writing at Kindred Heart Writers:

Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
– Leonard Cohen

That cracked me up but also illustrated a great truth, that none of us is perfect and that God’s grace shining through the cracks can glorify Himself.

And finally, from Elisabeth Elliot‘s book A Lamp For My Feet quoted in one of her e-mail devotionals:

But my limitations, placing me in a different category from Tom Howard’s or anyone else’s, become, in the sovereignty of God, gifts. For it is with the equipment that I have been given that I am to glorify God. It is this job, not that one, that He gave me.

I had quoted that once years ago in regard to physical limitations, but Elisabeth was mentioning it in regard to talents, abilities, and opportunities. It applies as well to time and any other type of limitation — whatever it is is allowed by God and is the framework in which He wants us to glorify Him, rather than chafing or wasting time wishing things were different.

If you’ve read anything that particularly spoke to you that you’d like to share, please either list it in the comments below or write a post on your blog and then put the link to that post (not your general blog link) in Mr. Linky below. I do ask that only family-friendly quotes be included.

Association Meme

Thom tagged me for an Association Meme. The instructions are as follows:

Alice said Gorilla
Nessa said Watch Out!
Thom said Below

Barbara is saying Decks

Who am I tagging? Alice at Hello, My Name Is Alice

Play the Association game between
September 1st and October 1st for a chance to win
$50 cash.
Here are the rules:

1. Anyone can play, whether they have been tagged or not.
2. Include the rules and logo in your post.
3. Copy out all the responses that were made before you.
4. Link to each of the people who responded before you.
5. Put in your response. Your response can be as little as a single word or as much as 100 words. It can be a word, a phrase, an image, a song, a video, a story, or a short rant.
6. Tag anyone you would like to challenge to play this game. You do not have to tag anyone.
7. You can do this any time you run across it, even if you were one of the previous responders.

If you have done this meme on your blog, you are welcome to put your link in here. Be sure to link to the specific post, and welcome to the Association Association.

Want to simply jump in? You are welcome to start with the word “Excitement”, or to take off from any of the responses you find among the players listed below or from anywhere you see this meme.

Flashback Friday: TV Times

Mocha With Linda hosts a weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site. You can visit her site for more Flashbacks.

The question for this week is:

Tell about TV when you were growing up. Did your family have a TV? Was it color or b&w? How many TVs did your family have? Did you have one in your room? Did your family leave the TV on most of the day or turn it on for specific programs? Was the TV on or off when you ate meals as a family? Were there rules about watching TV? What were your favorite shows? Are there any particular memories you have of TV in your younger years?

I can’t remember for sure, but I think we did have a black and white TV at first. I do remember that TV sets were either in monstrously big cabinets or they were little ones with “rabbit ears” — and I remember putting foil on the end of the rabbit ears to get better reception or having someone outside turning the big antennae while someone inside would give directions (“Turn it a little more. There, there! Oh, you missed it. Go back!” SO glad those days are gone!) I also remember there was some kind of tube in the back that my dad had to take out and replace from time to time.

When I was a young child we only had one TV. By the time I was a teen-ager my parents had an additional one in their room. There was never a TV in any of the kids’ bedrooms while I was home — I don’t know if that changed with my sisters over the years. We have three now: one in the family room, one in our bedroom, and one in the kitchen. Still none in the kids’ rooms. 🙂

My mom tended to let the TV just run on in the background all the time. I cannot stand that now. In my younger years it was not on during meal time, but I think in later years it was. I do remember that it was a big deal to occasionally have actual TV dinners on TV trays in the living room sometimes.

When we watched TV as a family when all the kids were little, my parents sat on the couch and my brother and sisters and I sat or lay on our stomachs on the floor on top of some kind of big flat stuffed animal. They may have been made for that purpose in that era, I don’t remember. My parents also let us turn on cartoons on Saturday mornings so they could sleep in. It seems like we had some system for taking turns if there was a cartoon different ones of us wanted to watch on different channels at the same time, but I do remember a lot of fussing about that. My brother always wanted to watch anything with superheroes. My favorite cartoon was Underdog.

There was also one about a little lamb and a big sheepdog and a wolf — the lamb would go “frolicking” in the meadow, and then cry “It’s the wolf,” only it said it in two syllables, like wool-uff, and the sheepdog would come and drive the wolf away in various ways. I have wondered what the name of this one was for years — does it ring a bell with anyone else?

Some of the earliest shows I remember watching were Captain Kangaroo, The Ed Sullivan Show, the Wonderful World of Disney, the Andy Griffith Show, I Love Lucy (in its original run!), The Dick Van Dyke Show, the Twilight Zone, Leave It To Beaver, Andy Griffith, My Three Sons (one of my favorites. Fred McMurray was my image of a dad, even though my dad was nothing like him). My dad liked westerns, so we watched The Rifleman and Gunsmoke and Bonanza (I had a big crush on Little Joe.) He also liked war movies, so we watched a lot of those. By school age years, we watched The Big Valley, Green Ares, Gilligan’s Island, The Addams Family, Dark Shadows, Here Come the Brides (had a humongous crush on Bobby Sherman!), Daniel Boone, Ben Casey, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (had a huge crush on David McCallum!), the Brady Bunch, The Courtship of Eddie’s Father, Family Affair (remember the doll Mrs. Beasley?), Rat Patrol, Lost In Space, Marcus Welby, the MOD Squad, Mr. Ed. It sounds like we watched a lot of TV, but I don’t remember that we did.

And then there were the commercials!

In my teen-age years we watched the Six Million Dollar Man, Barnaby Jones, the Flip Wilson show, the Partridge Family (I had a big crush on David Cassidy!), SWAT, the Waltons, Happy Days.

I remember that TV shows didn’t run all night — I think most programming must have gone off about midnight or so, and if you turned off the TV after that you’d see a test pattern with multiple vertical colored stripes. Actually I can’t remember if it was on all the time or just at the beginning or end of programming. And it seemed like some networks ended their broadcast day with the Pledge of Allegiance and prayer.

Though I agree that too much TV time can intrude on family communication and interaction, I have fond memories of watching TV with both my parents and then later my husband and children.