I had a great childhood growing up. The worst we had to endure was that weekend Saturday night, grown ups in control of the tv, and the show hanging on from the 1940s.
Child abuse? You bet.
And ah one... and ah two...
The Lawrence Welk Show.
Of course, there was that bizarre practices sitting at dinner table until bedtime because you refuse to eat things you didn't like. I didn't like them yesterday, I didn't like him last week, I didn't like them last month, I never liked them and will not eat them. There was an extensive list, broccoli, cauliflower, liver and onions, stuffed green peppers, and any cooked leafy greens, especially spinach.
But... Such was life.
Note: this never happened on nights with Lawrence welk, only on nights where you wanted to watch your favorite shows. Go figure.
Note: this never happened on nights with Lawrence welk, only on nights where you wanted to watch your favorite shows. Go figure.
