ChyrenB--
This is off topic--again. There were many, many shows that I watched on our TV that was maybe a 10" screen. My mom used to tell me to sit back from the TV so I wouldn't ruin my eyes. Crazy--sitting two feet from the screen and you could barely see anything. I remember my dad putting up our first antenna on the chimney. Those rabbit ears were not very good. Each channel seemed to require a different position.
I watched Howdy as well along with Superman. My younger brother and I would wrestle and I'd say to him he could either be Tarzan (Johnny Weismuller) or Superman (George Reeves). He always picked Tarzan and I routinely overpowered him pinning him to the floor yelling "I Superman." I had a favorite bath towel that was my cape. It was light yellow, but hey, I could imagine anything. To me it was Superman's real cape.
Hopalong Cassidy (Hoppy) was one of my heroes. Clayton Moore as The Lone Ranger was great. The episodes were fast and the bad guys quickly subdued. The silver bullets--loved them--only a law abiding guy would have them. Both Hoppy and TLR had stud white horses.
Back then as I've done my entire life, I've been an early bird. That worked well for me in the military. But long before doing that, I watched a show call The Big Picture. As I recall it came on at 6:30 am, right after the signal pattern went off and the farm report. The Big Picture was about WW2 and Korea. Real footage. As a boomer, this show kept me peeled to the tv set. For some reason, it was amazing to me. From and early age I wanted to go into the military. One of my favorite songs from the late 40s-early 50s was a song sung by Vaughn Monroe. "Old Soldiers Never Die." It was a 45 and I learned how to play it on my parents Victrola. I played that song over and over. The lyrics, as a kid intrigued me. "Old soldiers never die, they just fade away." Later, much later I learned those words came from MacArthur. Then it all came back to me seeing him in television newsreel clips about Korea.
My interest in the military was great, and as a result, could not get enough war movies under my belt. Army, Navy, Marines, on land, at sea, in the air. Loved all the stories. Adored the heroes.
In 8th grade, one of our assignments we had in English class was to write a short essay on what we wanted to do when we grew up. There were the typical, doctor, lawyer, dentist, firemen and policemen papers. I was the only one who wrote about becoming the Captain of a US Navy destroyer. My teacher was so moved by it she had me read it out loud to my classmates. I wish I had kept a copy of it. It was filled with descriptive, romantic language and discussed missions, working with good men, and doing it for the United States of America. I've always been a flag waver, I guess, but I digress...
Knucklehead Smiff--our Philbin--hopefully he'll learn enough so such a moniker won't be right for him. I have my fingers crossed.
ChyrenB--Did you ever play Mumbly Peg? Spin a top, trade baseball cards....put them in your spokes? Yep, I wanted a BB gun too.