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    Quote Originally Posted by Gary O' View Post
    But of course


    and the music

    Funny, how just the suggestion of some sinister evil, lurking, could dance in the corners of a child's head until waaaay after bedtime.
    I think that's where bedtime stories came about.
    It was safer to have a parent near when that horribly evil eyed toothsome thing was under the bed.
    My parents used to listen to Inner Sanctum, but they would make us go to bed before it came on. So my sister and I would creep over to our door and listen through the door and scare ourselves to death. I would have been about 5 or 6.

    I never worried much about monsters under the bed, for some reason, but I was absolutely convinced that there was a panther in the orange grove that wanted to catch and eat me as I walked home from school. It was a story that all the little kids believed, and it served to make me never dawdle in that orange grove. Actually the worst thing that ever happened to me in the orange grove was falling out of trees a couple of times whilst scavenging for the perfect orange.



    Wasn't there also a program called The Fat Man, about a guy who hunted down bad guys??

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    Quote Originally Posted by Butterfly View Post

    Wasn't there also a program called The Fat Man, about a guy who hunted down bad guys??
    This one ?

    Jake & Fatman..jpg

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    The first TV that I saw was at the NY Worlds Fair in 1939. Huge cabinet, tiny screen.
    My grandmothers next door neighbor was in the Navy during the Spanish-American war.
    It was 1953 when my parents bought their first TV, B&W.
    I connected a "mute" button to our TV in 1960. Remotes had not been invented yet.

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    Quote Originally Posted by IKE View Post
    I think it was more like this one


    (damn kids)
    “Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” Emerson

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    Quote Originally Posted by Butterfly View Post
    My parents used to listen to Inner Sanctum, but they would make us go to bed before it came on. So my sister and I would creep over to our door and listen through the door and scare ourselves to death. I would have been about 5 or 6.

    I never worried much about monsters under the bed, for some reason, but I was absolutely convinced that there was a panther in the orange grove that wanted to catch and eat me as I walked home from school. It was a story that all the little kids believed, and it served to make me never dawdle in that orange grove. Actually the worst thing that ever happened to me in the orange grove was falling out of trees a couple of times whilst scavenging for the perfect orange.
    This is sooooo off topic, but on the subject of being scared at a young age;

    posted this in wunna my threads

    and gonna paste it here
    (easily removed or ignored)

    ‘Are ya scared?’

    My lady and I were taking our 5 and 7 year old grandsons for a walk, just up the hill, in our suburban neighborhood a few years ago.
    There was a wooded glen, just off the main road.
    I noticed the youngest was looking around and every once in a while quickly behind himself, eyes bulging.
    ‘Are ya scared?’
    ‘No stupid, we’re in town.’
    A lota times their conversation was like two old men, one grumpy.
    Made me chuckle, as we had told them about ‘the deep dark woods’.

    Another time, we took them to a park in Portland, an arboretum.
    With visions of playground equipment, slides, swings, and merry-go-round, the youngest kept asking, ‘When are we going to the park?’
    ‘We are at the park!’
    ‘Where?’
    ‘You….are….standing on it!!’
    Their conversation, killer, always.

    They would spend the night, and watch scary movies till they were frozen to their chairs, couldn’t even go pee.
    Not the youngest so much, but the eldest, he loved to be scared.

    One time we were watching PeeWee’s Big Adventure, and when large Marge did her sudden change over to monster Marge, he shot outta his chair like he was catapulted from a gigantic spring, landing in namaw’s lap six feet away.

    He loved for me to tell scary stories when we sat out on the deck on a summer night.
    ‘Tell me another one, papaw.’
    One time I told one so scary,……with eerie glowing eyes on the TV, even when it was off, and then in the window, piercing the dark,…… that he asked me to stop. I could tell that he was torn, but his terror won out.
    It’s funny how just a hint of the presence of something sinister is far scarier than a full description of some drooling, toothsome ogre monster.

    When I was about four or five, we lived out in the country.
    A sparsely populated neighborhood tucked back in the Chapman hills about twenty miles outta Scappoose.
    Our place, and gramma’s place, atop the hill, was separated by five acres of strawberries carved out of a thicket of fir trees.
    Ever so often I’d stay at gramma’s on a summer evening.
    She made good pancakes….and the folks were going out.

    One time I waited too long at home. There was just too much cowboy’n to do, and I’d lost track of time.
    It was already twilight, and I had several hundred yards up the hill thru a couple clumps of trees to negotiate.

    As I trudged thru the first glade of trees, I thought about eyes staring at me.
    I’d seen lots of bear sign in my tiny travels, and some bobcat and cougar scat here and there. So, plenty to consider.
    (Actually, years later, coming from town one evening, we pulled into the garage, and a big cat jumped down from the rafters and fled into the night. We just saw body and tail, but it was, without a doubt, a full grown cougar.)

    Whistling seemed to rid the noises of the stillness in the dark regions of my petrified mind.
    A generous moon lengthened shadows, turning stumps into animals of prey, licking their lips, fixated on my dashing form, like Tag would when I showed him the stick I was about to throw.
    Ever so often I'd give a quick glance back, but the glaring, glowing eyes that were obviously there would mysteriously disappear.

    The clearing, the path, the 300 yard dash.

    Breathing came in gasps and pants…or was that the breath of the galloping cougar that was about to sink his teeth into my neck any minute, and tear my puny body to shreds.

    The folks will wonder in the morning, ‘Where’s Gary?’

    Then, days later, they’ll find bits of Oshkosh b’goshes, right at gramma’s door, and shreds of poop stained fruit of the looms, and the brim of my straw cowboy hat, the hat part that once housed my furrowed little noggin now several miles away in a steaming mound of mountain lion poopoo.

    The clump of trees loomed ahead, separating me and gramma, good ol’ pillowy armed gramma…..even good ol’ grumpy grampa.

    I heard something shriek, or was it a howl…I don’t recall my feet touching the ground over the last few yards thru their back yard thicket.
    I do recall gramma, and her audible laughter, her high pitched teehee, as I hung my coat in the utility wash room of the back porch.
    Apparently my countenance that morphed from bug eyed terror to smiling relief in the time space of flipping a light switch sorta tickled her.

    The pancakes were extra good that next morning.
    “Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” Emerson

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    Quote Originally Posted by Gary O' View Post
    I think it was more like this one


    (damn kids)

    I'm sure it was the radio version of The Fat Man, "radio's great detective," upon whom that movie of the same name was based. I was definitely a radio program that we sometimes listened to through the door.

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