so there

sent me to them because she had gotten VERY sick with a bad case of anemia & had separated from & was in the process of divorcing the thing I laughingly refer to as "my father". I still remember them laughing themselves to tears at the the hokey jokes...I preferred to watch other shows, but I was 5, so...but as much as I remember wondering what was wrong with them, (they LOVED the Grand Old Opry- ), I'd be willing to sit through 10 years of nothing BUT around the clock Hee-Haw, The Grand Old Opry AND Lawrence Welk for just 1 more hour with them.

She loved Grandpa Jones and Tennessee Ernie Ford.

Heehaw - corny humor paired with topnotch musicians

Lawrence welk.. the pastel clothing, the.music,

So there!

I think that the guy that introduced them definitely knew.

A "hip" version of Lawrence Welk is like a compassionate Republican - there is NO SUCH THING!

I was forced to go to all-boys Catholic schools for eight horrible years!
[including 2 years at an all-boys Catholic boarding school]

As far as Lawrence Welk, I actually kinda liked it, especially when The Lennon Sisters were on.

school in Burbank. The church pastor was virulently anti-Communist, and students were told that if the Communists landed at Burbank Airport, it would be their duty to fight them. I kid you not. The faculty mostly consisted of mean nuns with a good aim who were skilled at lobbing tennis balls at the heads of anyone caught not paying attention.

My mother tried sticking me in Catholic school in 1st grade, and after one day with a mean nun, I declared I wasn't going back. I must have been a strong willed little kid because the next day I was enrolled in public school.

hhhhmmmmmm.....I don't know.....something doesn't see quite right with that.

I had a "mean nun" in 3rd grade, and the same mean nun for 8th grade.
She wasn't just "mean," she was sadistic!

I don't think I could have just "declared I wasn't going back"..either when I was 8 (3rd grade) or when I was 12 (8th grade)

There's a special place in hell for that mean nun.

(The tennis ball throwing is something I hadn't heard of before)

nun repeatedly called me "blondie," referencing my hair color. She walked up and down the aisle brandishing a yardstick and threatening to crack heads with it. I was 6 years old and even then knew b.s. when I smelled it.

(I envy you)

My husband was not so fortunate, and, in some ways, it scarred him for life. To this day, he has an unhealthy irrational fear of authority. They really did a number on him.

That’s all .....

I loved watching Jackie Gleason.

We used to say that when we'd turn on the table size machines in the computer room.

I LOVED Lawrence Welk.

That’s how I learned a lot of show tunes, cowboy songs and popular music.

Hee-Haw, AND Billy Graham.

I find that most of the people I know that don't care for liver are over-cooking it.

My dad used to make it w/ a brown gravy w/ onions.

And yes, Ma was over-cooking the livin sh*t out of it!

UCK

...than to ever eat liver again. My mom used to serve it because it was supposed t be good for you, even tho she didn’t like it herself. One time, she tried to tell me it as fish. Nastiest tasting fish I ever had.

Kentucky Mountain Oysters were actually pork chops.










(Kentucky Mountain Oysters are similar to regular mountain oysters except they come from male pigs who are shall we say well endowed back there, so when you slice the body part it does rather resemble a pork chop) Rather.

go down many times sitting with a plate of liver in front of me.

"You're not leaving that table until you eat that liver!!"

Thanks, Mom!

(but I never did eat it!)

I saw some at the store recently

"Whispering Jim Smith"

WMVS, channel 10.

RFD-TV (a cable station for farmers) runs "Hee Haw."

Funny thing, when I was kid, I loved the jokes on "Hee Haw," hated the music.

Nowadays? Just the opposite!

One of the bars on campus has a weekly watching and drinking event.

though I have to add that my folks gave us pretty much free reign w/ the TV the rest of the week.

Not such a bad trade-off, I think.

We kids would whine, but Grandma loved Lawrence Welk and we were stuck with him.

With the water buffalo, the horns are in front and the asshole is in the back.

Disclaimer: It could be that this joke originally mentioned a different bandleader and/or a different animal. For I know Lawrence Welk was a lovely fellow and I can't even remember if waterbuffaloes even have horns. Still, there it is.

Worse, had to watch the dweebs on Your Hit Parade sing "Rock Around Around the Clock'.

Bishop Sheen

Gunsmoke.

The horror... the horror.

They were the only people in my world who had a color TV.

Add Combat to that and my list is complete.

Repeatedly.

That could result in a flat forehead.

On St Patrick's Day, my father would wake us up by blasting Carmel Quinn singing Danny Boy. And I'm a 12 year veteran of Catholic school.

Lornce Couldn't Conduct a Bus. Watch them. George Cates is doing the actual conducting.

I liked the closing song.

Wolf

We used to literally "sing along with Mitch!" At that time, we lived on the side of a mountain, beautiful country, looked straight down the lake. But the mountain apparently blocked TV signals, so we only got one channel - the NBC affiliate - so it was either that, or nothing. So we appreciated Mitch!

Yeah, we watched that at my house, too. I wasn't a fan but did have a Lennon Sisters coloring book.

I got a a Perry Como christmas music cassette tape for my birthday. (which is a couple weeks before christmas so I guess I was prepared for christmas)

:/

I'll admit I am. The funniest thing was when my now wife and I started dating. A Sunday afternoon and I said I was going to watch some golf. She said okay (you know early dating getting to know me).

She said, "I never really got what guys liked about watching golf...."
TV comes on with Davis Love III almost in a silhouette about to tee off.
He's standing there with the club extending aaalll the way down to the ground where the ball is.
She said, "Oh. I get it now"

The one with miss kitty and Matt. The one with.the father and sons. There was another with a matriarch


hated westerns.

"Gillette Cavalcade of Sports." I hate boxing to this day. That's why I have never seen any of the "Rocky" movies.

TV was they played westerns all afternoon so we watched the Rifleman, Wagon Train and Maverick.


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What part?
SW near Hulen here

We all worked at Six Flags and every night after work we would go grab a case of Lone Star and get polluted in the gas station parking lot behind SF. One night I must have gone way overboard because the next thing I remember was waking up on his front porch with about a half dozen kids staring down and giggling at me and whispering "he's alive! Lupe he's alive!" And Lupe came out with a big bowl of his mom's menudo. We were supposed to go back to work in a few hours but Lupe said "Nah man, we calling in today" and we went to some lake (that had a big diving tower out in the middle of it) with all his little brothers and sisters and cousins and a cooler full of beer and it was one of the most fun hooky days I ever had. Sat there and watched swimmers and pretended to not be drinking beer (he had to carefully pour it into plastic cups because we weren't supposed to have any alcohol there)

Lupe contributed the back seat of his Chevy Blazer to me and my best friend for our first apartment furniture. Lupe was the coolest emmereffer I ever knew. I've been trying to find him on Facebook for like 15 years but he ain't on it or he ain't here any more.

Welk and He Haw were on Sat. nights in our neck of the woods. Dad loved Grandpa Jones.

Sunday night, when not forced to go to church, was Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom--loved it! And Ed Sullivan. Watched the Beatles debut with my dad. He was outraged. I loved them immediately.