De·liv·er: (n) What you eat with deonions.

[An observation, whilst the tea steeps and cools…]

Today is Soupy Sales‘ birthday.

Now, my mentioning this to you is probably no surprise, as folks know I’m into children’s television of the 1960s. I do enjoy watching Soupy, I do enjoy his bad puns. I have his DVDs. But my reason for this post isn’t only to discuss Soupy’s birthday. Rather, it is a musing on aging.

Last night, otaku_tetsuko brought over a load from the storage area. This had a lot of my dad’s books in it. Books on movie actors and actresses of the 1930s and 1940s. Books on Al Jolson. “Where are they now?” books. It got me to thinking about how, as we get older, we start viewing with nostalgia what we watched and did in our youths, when we were in pre-teens and teens. That’s why I like children’s television… it is one of the few good memories I have from when I was 5, 6, 7. My father probably liked Jolson and old old movie stars for the same reason: he was doing his growing up during the 1920s and 1930s.

I know I’m probably older than many of the folks reading my journal (I turn 47 on the 21st), so I’m probably reaching that nostalgia point. Many of my journal readers are probably too young. But what do you recall fondly from your youth that you miss today?

P.S. Please remember that January 31st is National Gorilla Suit Day, and this week is National Delurking Week. More on that later.