My past, anyway. If you’re as old as I am, you might remember this one from your own childhood, when television was black and white and CGI had yet to be invented.
My past, anyway. If you’re as old as I am, you might remember this one from your own childhood, when television was black and white and CGI had yet to be invented.
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You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred.
—Woody Allen
My kid accused me of being overdramatic, so I changed the WiFi password. We’ll see who’s overdramatic in about five minutes.
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happinessâ„¢ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitterâ„¢, the beer they named for Bob
Well…that was…something.
One question — does Santa look Asian to you?
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I was thinking the same thing. He looks like one of those caricatures of Asians you used to see in movies back in the old days, like the character played by Mickey Rooney in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
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Intreresting!
My family couldn’t afford a TV until 1968, so I missed out on a lot of this early B&W stuff.
That’s okay, I learned TV repair so we could have a color tv back in ’70 – it was a 1955 RCA that my brother and I rebuilt… picture wasn’t that great, but we got it working!
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I grew up watching this every Christmastime. The stop action, according to Wikipedia, was done by a man named Wah Ming Chang (without CGI or any sort of computer help), which might have something to do with why Santa looks Asian. Wah also did a stop-action version of “Suzy Snowflake.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaUBpsn4QjQ
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Oh I remember that! Being SURE they were tracking his progress too (I’m presuming that is the old time-y Santa and his reindeer sleigh ‘tracker’ that the Big Three used ‘in the day’)? And just FYI, we’re NOT “old”, we’re finely aged like good wine, or mature, like good cheese, or seasoned. 😉 Happy Chrip-mas to you!
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er… CHIRP-mas. *grumble*
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Ah, yes, stop motion I think it was called. In the beginning, even black and white TV seemed magical. I even watched the cooking shows. 😀 — Suzanne
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So did I!
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