Back in the olden days, the family was usually gathered at my grandma's for dinner on Sunday. After dinner my parents, aunts, and uncles would play cards. My cousins and I would retire to the living room with Grandma to watch Lawrence Welk, which was on right after Mitch Miller. I suffered through both of those shows because when they were over, she'd let us watch Jonny Quest.
My father liked Red Skelton, but his favorites were the Wile E. Coyote/Roadrunner cartoons and The Three Stooges. He thought they were hilarious and would bust a gut laughing. I'd look at him like he was an escaped mental patient, lol. What about me? I hated both shows. I couldn't stand The Three Stooges' hair pulling, slapping, head conks, eye pokes, and other antics—nope, not funny. My father would laugh like he was deranged. I'd often just leave the room because I didn't think that type of “humor” was funny.
Thank Sweet Baby Jesus that I was fortunate to have another television to watch in the upstairs TV room.

I liked to watch The Jetsons, The Flintstones, Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color, The Addams Family, The Beverly Hillbillies, Get Smart, The Man From U.N.C.L.E., My Favorite Martian, and The Monkees. That's the short list.

Just kill me now...