1964 – It should be of increasing concern to America at large that we are becoming hopelessly addicted to the output of the beckoning television networks. I, for one, have resisted the temptation mightily.
Musings of a Homemaker (Houghton Lake Resorter)
Houghton Lake, Michigan
(Weekly Newspaper) 1964
It should be of increasing concern to America at large that we are becoming hopelessly addicted to the output of the beckoning television networks. I, for one, have resisted the temptation mightily.
The 21 inch screen which sits on the north side of our living room holds little or no attraction for me. Only recently, I remarked to my husband, (as I left the breakfast table to eat with Hugh Downs “Today Show” in the living room), “Television is not interesting to me, not with my busy mornings.”
Later, my older son left for school. And Mr. Green Jeans was showing Captain Kangaroo the baby chicks.
I couldn’t help but wonder if we aren’t ruining our children’s minds by letting them watch so much television.
( The program was almost over. So I watched the rest of the Captain’s program in my housecoat, after the children had gone.)
Later, I was clearing up the kitchen and absorbing the intricacies of “American Government”. My thoughts strayed to carefree summer days when I could relax and watch the “Detroit Tigers” ball games.
They are all televised, you know.
After exercising with “Ed Allen” I enjoyed my mid-morning coffee break with “Lucy”.
I turned off the television, turned on the radio. I set the tv timer so it would turn off when “Pete and Gladys” was over.”
My kindergarten son was off to afternoon session. The “CBS Mid-day News” had just finished. After lunch I took some time to watch my favorite serial.
“As The World Turns”
I’ve watched that great program nearly every day for the past eight years It’s only half an hour.
One could scarcely call that an addiction.
The kids get home from school 20 minutes after “The Secret Storm”.
That’s about 20 minutes before “News, Weather, and Sports.” I usually try to have supper on the stove.
On Monday night, my husband leaves for his bowling league just before “The Donna Reed Show”.
Tuesdays find me missing “Mr. Novak” and “Red Skelton”, but not by far. I need to leave a little early for my own bowling league at the local lanes.
We try to visit our folks on Wednesdays at 5 minutes to “The Virginian”. They have color television and we haven’t acquired one at this time.
Thursdays, about a quarter to “Dr.Kildare”, I like to fix popcorn and soft drinks to spend a most enjoyable evening of relaxing with television.
Fridays bring evening grocery shopping. But by 10 minutes to “Jack Paar” I’m ready to rest.
Groceries are put away for another week.
On Saturday, of course, it’s family night with our kids staying up until almost “Saturday Night at the Movies”.
Then they must go to bed so they won’t be too tired to watch Walt Disney’s “Wonderful World of Color” on Sunday evening.
I thoroughly believe in letting the young ones watch special programs of such high quality.
You know, now that I think about it, it’s difficult to believe that there are people in this world who get so wrapped up in television viewing they scarcely ever use a clock.
I just cannot understand…
I’m not sure my viewing schedule has changed too much.
I have many more choices. The television screen is larger.
Programs are many and I have time alone. My children have grown to adulthood and have homes of their own.
It’s up to me to choose how to spend the hours in my day.
At the age of eighty-four I realize I don’t have as much future time to “spend” as I had in 1964. With that in mind, I find myself very interested in the news, the state of the world, the government and music.
When all of the above has filled me with as many political reports as I can handle, I turn to “the music”.
Classic Country is my choice. Current “country music” doesn’t hold an attraction for me. So I turn to Classic Country and find myself singing along with Ray, Loretta, Patti and Reba, the songs I remember.
You know the ones I’m talking about. I enjoy listening to the Statler Brothers singing “Whatever Happened To Randolph Scott?”.
They say music is good for the soul and the body. I’m in a good place.