Friday, November 17, 2006
But the questions were not resolved in that episode. I will have to wait another day to see if the answers to my burning questions are resolved. Again I will tune in today at 1:00 p.m. to see if those raw feelings will be exposed.
Not Tad from All My Children.
Not Jack from The Young and the Restless.
No. I speak of Mr. McFeely.
I didn't think that I was so engrossed in Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood this week until I found myself having a 10 minute ... yes, a 10 minute ... conversation with Ace last night about the happenings in The Neighborhood this week. I was telling him about how Mr. McFeely stopped over on Monday to have Mr. Rogers play a piece of sheet music he had found. That led to a flashback of Mr. McFeely's wedding, and Mr. Rogers making a comment about how some marriages end in divorce.
Mr. McFeely's response was curt and he quickly left.
I found that I made a comment to the Monkey, who really could have cared less because she's only watching to see what's going down in the Land of Make Believe.
This isn't the first time that I have found myself having an adult conversation about Mr. Rogers. I specifically made a phone call last week to a dear friend of mine to have at least a 15 minute conversation about the characters and their whacked out names, or the semi-scary looking drag queen, Lady Elaine.
Is it that I don't have anything else to occupy my adult brain in a day filled with elementary kids and a preschooler? Possibly.
But I think the biggest thing is this: Mr. Rogers was a staple in my life. He taught me things in a kind and gentle manner. He came into my house every day for a while, and I learned cool things like How to Make Crayons.
I think that Mr. Rogers was especially endearing to me because he was a friend of my Dad's best friend. My dad's best friend and Mr. Rogers knew one another from Pennsylvania because both of them were Presbyterian ministers. Mr. Rogers reminded me a lot of Mr. Nye, and now that Mr. Nye has passed away, Mr. Rogers television program brings those happy childhood memories back for me.
I cried the day that Mr. Rogers died. I didn't want to think that I was that invested in him. I attributed it to the hormones of being pregnant with my third child. But I now know that I truly was upset that Mr. Rogers had passed away. He was the last of the true gentlemen.
Today I am happy to be able to share those memories with my children. Well, with the Monkey really because the older two are "beyond" Mr. Rogers. And they should be. But the Monkey and I will tune in every day at 1 to see what is happening in the Land of Make Believe ... because it is such a good place to be.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
TT # 18