What Happened on Saturday Mornings? The Best Cartoons Ever
Imagine having Christmas 52 weekends a year. That’s what Saturday mornings were like in our home. Our gift was the television from 7 a.m. until noon when Mom took over to watch candlepin bowling for an hour. You could say my folks had an early version of an open-concept house; we could watch our folks cook in the kitchen from the dining room while stealing glances at the TV in the living room. In other words, it was a small house. We were the kings and queens of the castle one day each weekend. If we weren’t eating a hot meal, it was our choice of cereals. We never worried about running out of our sugar-coated snacks or milk. With six kids, Pops was smart enough to buy a commercial milk dispenser that doled out milk from five-gallon plastic bags surrounded by cardboard.
It was usually whole white milk, but sometimes he bought chocolate milk, too. Please don’t ask me how we decided which cartoons to watch. With classics like the Jetsons, the Flintstones, Yogi Bear (and Booboo), Underdog, and Scooby-Doo on television, I don’t remember a lot of arguments. With cartoons and Boomtown done for the day, most of us would head out to play in the yard or the neighborhood to play wiffle ball, hockey, and even touch football in the street. I usually stuck around to watch candlepin bowling on TV. I eventually joined a league and was pretty good at it. As I grew older, cartoons were no longer a part of my life. But memories of Saturday mornings will always be with me.
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