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tamquij
November 11th, 2010, 11:09 AM
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http://tamelaquijas.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/sscast.jpg?w=300&h=324 (http://tamelaquijas.wordpress.com/2010/11/10/hello-kermit/sscast/)I laughed yesterday morning, when I opened up my events for this day in history. I couldn’t help my chuckle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laughter), my mother’s voice echoing in my head, and the image of my little brother’s late 1960s haircut and innocent face flashing through my memory.
In 1969, I was a burgeoning fan of all the great shows that filled the console television in my family’s home. I loved such wonderful shows as The High Chaparral, Bewitched, Marcus Welby M.D. (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0064636/), The Wonderful World of Disney (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walt_Disney_anthology_television_series), Hawaii Five-O (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0062568/), and Batman (http://www.amazon.com/Batman-Movie-Blu-ray-Adam-West/dp/B0016MOWOQ%3FSubscriptionId%3D0G81C5DAZ03ZR9WH9X82 %26tag%3Dzemanta-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165 953%26creativeASIN%3DB0016MOWOQ). The night-time shows were glorious, fabulous bits of magic that darted across the screen, fascinating my ever curious mind.
Although, to me, Adam West (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001842/) and Burt Ward (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0911431/) were kings in the phenomenal Batman. Who could forget the stellar KAPOWs and POPs that would color the screen, or the Riddler (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Riddler)‘s question marked suit?
On this day in history, though, my mother destroyed my afternoon viewing pleasure. I wasn’t allowed to watch Batman, because there was another show, a new show, coming on. This show, much-lauded and highly anticipated, was something my then 3 year old brother needed to watch. He would learn from it, my mom swore, and I would enjoy it as well.
I pouted, irritated that I missed my Batman for some stupid learning program. I voiced my complaint aloud, being that ever vocal child, only to hear my mother (in her very patient voice) tell me this show was going to be a classic.
I remember sitting next to my brother on the floor, watching him as he gazed at the television screen (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Display_device) in adoration. Grudgingly, I gave in, watching the creatures move across the screen. There was an enchanting old man named Mr. Hooper (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Hooper) that made me smile, his glasses on the end of his nose as he stood outside his store, talking to a lumbering giant yellow bird. There was a strange orangish-red (Yes, Orangish-red!) thing that lived in the trashcan on the corner, and he made me laugh.
Above all, I learned to love a frog. Kermit was his name, and he was the scratchy http://tamelaquijas.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/kermit.jpg?w=300&h=300 (http://tamelaquijas.wordpress.com/2010/11/10/hello-kermit/kermit/)voiced consciousness of humanity, and he spoke about how hard it was to be green.
My brother clapped, trying to sing along to the theme song, and I shook my head at him. All this meant I would never watch Batman again.
And I didn’t.
Yes, Mom, you were right… On November 10th, 1969, a classic was born.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SESAME STREET