Friday afternoon, Ed took Emmy to the library, and she made an adorable rabbit hat during a children’s craft time. When I saw her in this cute hat, I said, “Eh, what’s up, doc?” and realized Emmy had no idea what I was talking about!
As I’ve mentioned before, my parents were really strict in regards to what we could and could not watch on television. It was the 70’s, and I was banned from watching all the cool shows. The Dukes of Hazzard had Daisy Dukes: too sexy! Charlie’s Angels had the 3 angels: way too sexy! And CHiPs? I don’t know — maybe that show aired past my early bedtime. Whenever I visited my aunt and uncle in Des Moines, however, I was glad that at least my parents let me watch some TV. My aunt refused to even own a TV.
Saturday morning guidelines were just as strict, and we were only allowed to watch The Bugs Bunny Show. We watched it every Saturday morning, and saw the same episodes over and over. Daffy Duck was hysterical, and Road Runner not so much. After a while, I had seen the show too often and wished there was something else I could watch. But there was nothing; our antennae didn’t pick up that many TV stations, and there was no such thing as a VCR.
Since Emmy had no idea who said, “What’s up, doc?” Ed started showing Emmy and Lily Bugs Bunny cartoons on YouTube. I kept calling out to him: “Look for the Barber of Seville! What about the hasenpfeffer one?” Lily and Emmy loved watching Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd, and Yosemite Sam. Those cartoons I had gotten sick of watching when I was a kid were fun to watch again. They brought back a sense of nostalgia for me.
As coincidence would have it, yesterday I was looking in my 1978 Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book for a chicken cacciatore recipe and I stumbled upon the recipe for “Hasenpfeffer.” Sure enough, it reads, “Cut one 1 to 2 pound ready-to-cook rabbit into serving pieces.” Now I need to introduce the girls to “I tawt I taw a puddy tat!”
What cartoons did you used to watch on Saturday morning?
