When I was a kid, I loved watching cartoons. That was before the mom had discontinued our home cable TV service, when I was somewhere between 6 – 10 years old.
I loved to watch any kind of cartoons. The Smurfs, Care Bears, Sheera, He-Man, Rainbow Brite… I was such a wuss, though, that even Scooby Doo was too scary for me to watch. So I’d watch it while peeking between my fingers.
The sis and I went to 2 different elementary schools. The patootey thing was that she came home from school before I did. So if there was ever anything at all new to eat in our refrigerator or kitchen table, then she had devoured all of it, before I got home.
We never had potato chips in our home. Bags of any kind of chips I hadn’t ever tasted until I was in my early teen years.
One of our cousins in Korea told the sis that he’d never tasted burgers until he went to college because his mom wouldn’t ever buy it for him or his brother during their entire under-college years. Hearing that made me really appreciate having been able to eat burgers for the first time during my high school years.
If we ever got cookies, the mom would buy it for us like once every 3 months. And it was always the same kind of cookies. The big canned one that had like 5 different kinds of cookies inside. The sis and I loved the wafer ones best. Although the container was labeled as being “family size”, it was gone within 2-3 days. We devoured it like it was our last prison meal.
Some months ago, it was on the news that due to the sanctions on North Korea, the mandatory cookies that had to be made for another mandatory celebration in that country, did not come out being “tasty” at all, due to their not having enough ingredients to make them to be so. As soon as I had read the article, it had reminded me of my childhood canned cookies.
One of the pops’ friends would stop by our home a few times a year. He’d stop by to chat with the pops while he was running his delivery route. He drove a big van and one of the items that he had within it was boxes of chocolates. Once in awhile, he’d hand to the pops a box. After the dude left, that too, the sis and me devoured within seconds.
That dude will always be in my memory cuz he was the very first person to ever bring a toy doll into our home. We were in our middle school years then. He gave it to the pops to give it to us one Christmas. The thing was, he had only brought 1 doll. And there were 2 of us.
Note to gift-givers of children: Please do not give just 1 toy, if there is more than 1 child in the home. Cuz they might fight to the death over that 1 toy. Better to give no gift at all. For reals.
Yeah, here we were, 2 girls in the home, but there were no dolls for us to play with. I always wondered about that as a kid. Cuz even when I had watched Little House on the Prairie (when we still had cable TV), even the poor girls in that show got to have at least 1 tattered doll to play with.
A few years ago, the fam and I used to enjoy watching a Korean TV program called Immortal Songs on a regular weekly basis, which is a singing competition show, usually featuring classic Korean oldies tunes. During the show’s “Songs of Hope and Cheer” segment, a trio had appeared to compete on that show’s stage for the very first time.
The 3 ladies called themselves The Barbarettes. The fam and me loved their performance immensely (see it here). This is one of their great cover songs, “Be My Baby” by The Ronettes.
Another cover song by ’em is “Mr. Sandman“.