I feel like I already wrote this post, too, but maybe that’s how it is as times goes by, you recycle memories like you recycle Mondays. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
But when I was a kid we had a Sunday night tradition of gathering as a family around the television and watching Wonderful World of Disney. Some of my favorites–because as I recall, you could watch movies on Wonderful World of Disney were Bedknobs and Broomsticks and Swiss Family Robinson. I wanted to live in a tree house and fight a successful war campaign (I may be totally misremembering this movie, now) with some of my best friends from a four-poster bed.
When I was younger I watched Sesame Street and Electric Company with my siblings. And when we were older Gilligan’s Isle was a favorite. And then Quincy M.E. Magnum P.I. was a favorite of my mother’s. My dad preferred the Rockford Files. So I associate T.V. with tradition and family.
Now we are raising a generation of kids with shorter attention spans and personal devices. I still watch a couple of shows–NCIS, Madam Secretary, and, more recently, This is Us. But I watch them by myself because no one else is interested. It’s a nice way to unwind at the end of a long day. But it’s not the same.
[Day 178 of Ann Dee Ellis’ 8-Minute Memoir.]