Every morning I would pour a bowl of Cheerios with a healthy sprinkle of sugar and carefully carry it to the living room. It was dark and quiet as the rest of the house slept. I would pull the on button and turn the big dial very slowly to muffle the clicks to the correct channel. Twisting the volume very low to not wake anyone else, I sat cross-legged to watch Scooby Doo and Captain Kangaroo. I loved guessing who done it with Scooby and would laugh when ping pong balls would fall on Captain’s head. I liked my hour every morning.
As much as I enjoyed that weekly morning routine, nothing compared to the excitement I anticipated on Saturday. An hour of fun and laughter would keep me engrossed in the cartoon world of Looney Tunes between 10 and 11. Even as a small kid, I got most of the sarcasm and humor that Bugs Bunny would dole out. I loved a lot of other characters too; Michigan J. Frog, Wile E. Coyote and the little mob guy who pretended to be a baby. Each cartoon would have me cracking up with poor Coyote, never getting the right product from ACME to catch that Road Runner; or the dancing show-tune frog that performed for the down and out guy, but would sit with a brrrroooooopppp to everyone else.
I think Looney Tunes helped to mold my sense of humor. To this day, I still quote from this show…when making apple pies in the fall, you can hear me quip “Your pie sir…” , when getting chicken ready for the grill…”You’re a chicken and I’m a chicken hawk;” or “I say, I say, booooyyyy”…and many more. They make me laugh every time I say them out loud. In fact, a few years ago, I finally figured out what Bugs meant when saying the phrase “What a maroon!” I guess the maroon was me- taking so long to figure that joke out.
I feel sad that my kids never experienced that special humor first hand. They missed out on one of the best cartoons ever, in my opinion.
I know, they now have the “new and improved” Looney Tunes, but I don’t like the animation. It makes Bugs and Daffy look “fake”, like they have been shot with a major dose of Botox. Plus, the jokes aren’t as funny.
I wish I could have my Saturday mornings back with my favorite “Whascally Whabbit.” I enjoyed that so much.
I still take my morning hour of “quiet time”. My Cheerios have been replaced by a cup of coffee. I do not watch Scooby or Captain Kangaroo, but I sit and sip with the fun-loving Bugs Bunny, whose mug is all over my favorite coffee cup.
And he still makes me smile.
This post is part of The Red Dress Club memoir writing prompt. This week we were encouraged to recall a television show from our past and write about the feelings it evokes and memories it triggers.
Thanks for reading! What was a favorite show from your past??