I’m still getting over the vertigo that came out of the blue a couple of weeks ago. It’s probably viral labyrinthitis, says the doctor. I’m getting better, but my brain is still spinning in my skull, and I’m not feeling enterprising enough to write.
Brain spin notwithstanding, I have felt well enough to spend some time meandering through the stories I’ve posted here over the years. A piece about the addictive lure of the TV screen caught my attention.
The Go-To Screen in 1987 Was — The Television
The piece was written back in 1987 when our kids were small and exasperating — Peter was 6, Christina, 4. At the time, the go-to screen for exasperated moms looking for a way to distract rambunctious kids was the television set.
It wasn’t long, though, before the television gave way to another, even more addictive screen — the video game console.
To read all about it, click below:
(Just so you know. Peter turned out just fine. And so did Christina.)
Our No TV Week — The Kids Survived. But Did I?
We only had Saturday morning Smurf Brothers and then Love boat. Then
Murder She Wrote on Sunday night. I don’t think we could get away with that nowadays.
I took advantage of the late afternoon Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers in the 1980s. Perfect for keeping the kids preoccupied during the arsenic hour, when everybody, including me, was getting hungry. I Love Lucy and Kukla Fran and Ollie were the favorites at our house when you and I were kids.