Do you remember these "B" grade TV shows?

When our TV was working, I loved Saturday mornings. My father had an airplane (Piper something) so I was big on Sky King.
 
Yeah, I dimly remember that one. Andy was always the "whacky sidekick" in those western movies. Didn't he have some kind of malady? My impression of him was that he wasn't a healthy guy. He used to show those "Our Gang " Shorts on his TV program. There was "Hop-along Cassidy". He was a 'good' guy, but he wore all black.
OMG. I just thought of "Yogi Bear" , and BooBoo!
 
My favorite show then was “Leave It To Beaver.” I am glad that I can watch it all over again on ME TV in the mornings. Wally reminded me of myself. My mom didn’t wear pearls when she cleaned the house, which was everyday I think.
 
I remember Lassie and Skippy the Kangaroo over here, don't know many that have been referred to in this post but I once saw a snippet of something called Mister Ed? A guy stood at the stable door and talked to a horse which answered him back :unsure:....... or perhaps I had a few too many G and Ts that night.
No, couldn't have done I was a child- or was I ?☺
 
Yes. All the ones made in Canada 🇨🇦
Most television made in Canada is inferior. We can usually tell a Canadian made film right away since it usually sucks but we have put out some good shows like ‘Flash Point’
Heartland, When Calls The Heart, Anne of Green Gables and a handful of good movies.
 
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Lassie was supposed to be so smart but she (by the way, all the Lassies were played by male dogs) just looked that way because the humans were lamebrains.

Timmy was perpetually getting himself stuck in a cave-in, stranded in a raging river, down a hole, whatever and when Lassie would run to get help, the parents would always say something like, "Do you think something has happened to Timmy? What are you trying to tell us, girl?" and so on, just as if the little brat hadn't done something stupid last week, and the week before, and the week before than, and...……… It's not hard to look smart with all that going on.
 
Apparently you hadn't heard, Timmy fell into an abandoned oil well pipe.
No one notice, Lassie was tired of messing with 'that dumb kid.'
Three years after Timmy's disappearance the parent's adopted a smart girl-Lassie was
happy, happy.
 
i watched lassie, the lone ranger, mr ed, leave it to beaver and andy griffith. i really enjoyed andy griffith.
 
fuzzybuddy said:
I'm calling a "B Show" something that wasn't on in prime time, usually Saturday morning. Prime time was generally shows with bigger budgets, and not necessarily aimed at kids.
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Sat. morning? Rootie Kazootie, Tales of Texas Rangers, Whistling Wizard, and how about that Buster Brown show featuring that crazy frog.
 
jujube said:
Lassie was supposed to be so smart but she (by the way, all the Lassies were played by male dogs) just looked that way because the humans were lamebrains.

Timmy was perpetually getting himself stuck in a cave-in, stranded in a raging river, down a hole, whatever and when Lassie would run to get help, the parents would always say something like, "Do you think something has happened to Timmy? What are you trying to tell us, girl?" and so on, just as if the little brat hadn't done something stupid last week, and the week before, and the week before than, and...……… It's not hard to look smart with all that going on.
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Timmy was a little turd dumb bass city boy that, by the grace and wisdom of Lassie, made it thru from one episode to the next
Now, Jeff, the first kid, was cool
And his fat pal, Porky (?)
They were always doing cool stuff

The reason I pretty much hated Timmy, was he was the epitome of this foster kid my dad had taken to


This is so off topic it may just be back on topic

anyway

reading for those having difficulty in getting to sleep


Kids of the Hill



We moved

When I was about 10, we sold the place and moved down the road a bit.
It was at least close enough to town to be able to ride my bike to the hardware store and replenish my stock pile of BBs, and there were more kids, kids a couple three years older than me, kids that had a bit more savvy about important things, things like guns, cigarettes, and wimin.
Man we terrorized that little neighborhood.
There was only six of us, but seems it was more like twenty at times.
Life was pretty good.
We commandeered a little lean-to shed across the gravel road from our house, and there we’d meet, sharin’ whatever we brought. Actually, I couldn’t wait to wake up every summer morning…and sometimes I didn’t.
Both folks worked, and my sister was supposed watch me, so there were long stretches of times, times we just stayed out. If I scheduled things just right, I could technically have just been company droppin’ by.
Then things got different.
I was makin’ a rare appearance at home….hunger, and noticed Mom’s car was in the drive.
Then Dad’s car pulled up.
I was fiddlin’ with some meat and bread when Dad came in the door.
He smiled, looked around, then just busted out bawlin’.
My mind did a little WTF? As I’d never seen him cry before.

Grampa had died.

Well Geez, he’d been wasting away in the nursing home for months…no surprise. But seems that was my Dad’s only link to some sorta ethereal security.
Next thing I know, a few weeks later he’s goin’ off on how this orphan kid was such a great little guy.

So here comes this kid.
Dad shows him around, then he’s gone.
Dad was like that. Not around much. It worked for me, but now this damn kid. Nice kid to boot.
A little too nice. Like the replacement kid on Lassie.
Yeah, the first kid, Jeff, was great, then they replaced him with a kid appropriately named Timmy. Then the show went south, all sappy and effed up. But, right here most of you readers are going ‘What?’
So this kid is my shadow, Dad’s fair haired boy, and I’m guessin’ I’m his guardian.
One of the things us neighborhood kids loved to do was play king of the trees.
Douglas fir trees are plentiful in NW Oregon, and huge. They can reach 300 ft in height, and these were not the exception.
Three or four of us would pick our tree and race each other to the top. Whoever would first get to the point of being able to bend the top over and touch the tip was king. The best part, however, was not being king, but just camping there in the limbs, letting the wind blow us back and forth.
Folks woulda crapped their pants if they’d known what we were doin’.
Well, little Brady (my personal Timmy) wanted to climb.
I became a bit evil right there, and cautioned him that climbing those trees were not the same as yer everyday apple tree…but in the tone of lure and enticement.
The little guy was doin’ quite well, as doug fir limbs are rather close together…hell you could almost walk up them.
Then he musta made a misstep.
I heard some yelling, and some thumping sounds.
Then I caught sight of him flopping from one bough to the next.
Kathumping all the way to the bottom.
Seemed like he took forever.

Thing is, there’s about 20 feet of no limbs at the bottom, and he was in no way gonna grab wunna those boards we used to start our climbs.
So he landed in a little Timmy heap, on his shoulder, in the bed of fir needles.

For another evil moment I sat at my treetop, kinda hoping he’d not move, at all, ever.

But the little [censored] just got a dislocated shoulder and some bruises….and a new guardian.

Things sometimes just have a way of workin’ themselves out.
 
You guys are talking about "Lassie" with Timmy. In my era, we had Jeff, instead of Timmy. I faithfully devoured the show. Tommy Rettig had a distinctive voice. He was the first owner of Lassie. So , when he reached puberty, he got this really deep male voice, plus he shot up way over a foot. I guess it was hard to play a cute kid, so they brought in Timmy. I was devastated. Ya know, I recently saw an episode of Lassie, with " Jeff", and I could remember every detail of the set. I can't remember some of the places I lived in.
 
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