Same. Couldn't get me up to save a life. Come Saturday morning. I was up at 5am. Cause the cartoons started at 5am It was just the best ones were from 7am to 11:30 am.
When you speak of "The days before " it brings me back to those good times of childhood innocence. And I hear Louis Armstrong sing, "What A Wonderful World ". Yes, they were good times, indeed. But, I think we can still have good days now if we're willing to try. Even now, as I sit outside drinking coffee and listening to the birds sing and the breeze blow through the trees, I know that, despite all the trauma and turmoil in the world, I can enjoy a peaceful moment.
Saturday mornings used to be full of violence, danger, heroics, madness, and magic. Then the cartoons would end and the news or sports would come on so, outside we went.
Or going to walmart & spending an hour looking through a whole isle dedicated to hot wheels cars. Try & wishing to find that perfect one when you could only afford one.
Ahh Loony Toons, and the Flintstones. But afterwards, there was…the garden. After lunch, we had to get our work clothes on, and until mid afternoon at least, we work pulling weeds, carrying water, picking green beans... we were traumatized. Until I became a dad and then I understood lol
A part of my soul disappeared when I found out as a younger adult that they had changed the Saturday morning toons. I still morning but am forever happy to have those memories. Thank you for reminding me... 62 going on 29... again!! 😂
1979 here... Saw Return of Jedi and Transformers the Movie in theaters. Yes, the Before Times were full of tribulations. I remember to use computers one had to know the forgotten language of "DOS". You would c forward slash your way to classics like "Dig Dug" or "Test Drive" off of ancient tablets called "Floppy Disks". And this was ONLY if a hurricane level event was occurring in the wilderness. 😎
...and when you would meet your friends in The Great Outside around lunchtime, you'd ride your bikes down hills without helmets, singing at at the top of your lungs the glorious melodies sprinkled between Saturday morning cartoons. Tunes like "Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla", "The Shot Heard Round the World", and the "Gravity Song", courtesy of School House Rock. "Down-dy down down down..."
The rule in my house when I was growing up was “No cartoons on Saturdays until 8 am.” So I used to wake up earlier and lie down in the den watching the clock…
Yea, that wouldn't have flown with me. In 2 seconds flat they'd wished they never even met me. I was a good kid , did everything I was supposed to. I was NOT gonna be denied my rewards.
After the 11:30am Looney Tunes, I'd get dressed, grab my headphones loaded with Van Halen's 1984 and ride my bike all day. I would get lost in Eddie's amazing guitar playing while mastering my BMX techniques. In later years I replaced the bike with an electric guitar and a Marshall half stack. I would even learn the Looney Tunes song on guitar just to complete the circle. I turn 50 next year and I think I might get back into Saturday morning cartoons. Why not!
I've always been a 4am riser, minus my drunken years. In the 70s, STL MO, M-F Lassie, The Lone Ranger, Stooges, and the Little Rascles were on that early.
100% accurate. We had the opposite of helicopter parenting. mom would yell "in or out!?" After the sacred Saturday morning cartoons. "In" meant chores. "Out" meant Wandering the town and outdoors like wild animals until the streetlights came on. And "whatever trouble you start, BETTER NOT GET BACK TO ME"
And god forbid you missed any of the cartoons, due to an outage or some other mishap. You would be completely out of the loop come the bus ride on Monday. A bonus treat was that my Grandfather would show up on Saturday mornings with donuts & watch the toons with us. It was grand!
During spring and autumn, the outside in my state was often a damp and cold place. While winters were a delightfully snowy wonderland, inviting us into the cartoon-free outside. Summers were the only season we were truly allowed to run free as the feral children we were once the joys of cartoons were over. Mother often worked weekends as head nurse of the birthing of younglings ward. Father had been raised feral, often cared for by other mothers, as my grandmother was the earner of coins in his family. He knew nothing about chore-giving, but spent many Saturdays teaching the competitiveness that happens on games of the board. It is at father’s side we learned the magic of the noodles that Oodle, a delicious chicken-flavored luncheon today’s younglings might refer to as ramen. During the times of the hunt, the outside could be dangerous as the huntsmen from the City trespassed on the farmland of my grandmother and grandfather. Somehow these men, often drunken on ale, could not see the difference between a deer of brown colors and a cow of black and white colors. If we younglings wanted to play in the outside, we were restricted to the world of the barn. Usually, we mimicked the stuntsmen we watched on tv in grandfather’s hayloft. Though, at times, there would be small creatures, known as kittens to cuddle and pet. However, the hayloft had its hazards. While we expected the pricking of the hay, it was a sad (to him), yet comedic (to us) day when my poor eldest cousin suffered the pooping of the barn swallow onto his head. Yea, we laughed merrily indeed, as we followed him back to the farmhouse, most excited to tell this tale to the adults of the inside.
I always spent the weekends with my grandma on her farm. Saturday morning meant the same thing to me. After cartoons, off we went fixing fence, doing hay, going to town for feed,and groceries. Some Saturdays we went to the sale barn, either to buy or sell calves and cows or just to watch. Those were the good old days!
I never stopped watching cartoons on Saturday mornings to this day. And getting cable, The WB was my all time favorite after I had my kids. Now they have inherited my looney tune mentality.
In my neck of the woods, Saturday morning cartoons started at 6am. There were so many shows that cane and went. Few made it past 1/2thru the 2nd season. But, I n my memory, they were all wonderdul. Johnny Quest, Space Ghost, Scooby Doo, and of course The Bugs Bunny Show. The full list spans 100s of shows. 57 now and dreaming back 50 years. It was a magical time.
I love this guy's take on things as I grew up during this time. I don't know if it's been mentioned before as I'm new to the channel, but I find it quite relaxing to listen to him talk because he sounds like Obi-Wan Kenobi 😂
The best days where having leftover chicken with salsa Saturday morning cartoons and playing with friends in the woods till supper. Don't put your elbows on the table!
After cartoons, we would get with Mom and Grandma and go grocery shopping. Then come home eat dinner, watch Star Search and Solid Gold while they got an early start on Sunday Dinner... Man those were the days!
I grew in Anchorage Alaska, in the cold months of winter we were allowed to watch cartoons, but not summer. Almost every weekend in the summer we explored the wilds of the Alaskan wilderness.
I was a part of that unfortunate group who had chores every Saturday morning during the cartoons, so we never got to watch them, no matter how hard we tried. After the vhs player came out, and we learned how to tape things off the tv, them Saturday morning cartoons became possible.
I always had my bug out bag ready usually outside with my fishing/hunting/hiking gear ready by the time Looney Tunes came on so I could make a mad dash before I heard the first chore get spoken! Yes one could survive 48 hours on the ration pack in my backpack and the 3 Liter converted water bottle. With fishing/hunting/hiking gear one could build shelter purify water and procure wild foods. Yep now that I'm in my 40'd I look around and I still have lightweight personal bug out bags. The new tech has made them much lighter and easier to maintain which is good cause this bod has the mileage of a retiree!
At our house on the farm wake-up time was 5am. Dress then out to feed livestock. When animals were fed around 7am, then back to the house for breakfast. Back out to do weekend chores, then if lucky, I could catch the last hour of cartons if finished with my work.
Aww, the good old days of Saturday morning cartoons. This is how I broke my back at 11, telling my cousin on the bottom bunk the new cartoon seasons were out the next day. Now hear I am 38 and walking up straight and on my feet all day, making candy. I do miss those days very much.
Yes, I was one of those unfortunate children with chores. After Saturday morning cartoons, it was time to vacuum and dust the family room and to shake out the area rugs. I hate to vacuum to this day.
Oh my goodness, you are spot on my good fellow... Those were the days.he- man, she-ra, thunder cats, bugs bunny... Then outside for what ever adventure we find until dinner
Yes, Saturday morning cartoons. But that was during the school year. Once summer came around, I ate breakfast and then was pushed out the door. Another good tv time was running home after school to watch the Little Rascals or Dark Shadows.
I was the chore kid. I wasn’t allowed to go outside and play until all my chores were done. And I was only allowed an hour of cartoons before I had to start. My sister got to watch all the way till 11:30 and didn’t have chores. Such was the burden of the oldest child.
@@robertbusek30 I agree, age appropriate of course. But my sister was also 6 years younger than me and the favorite. Plus she was really good at pretending she didn’t know how.
My sister and I both were the chore people. No, we didn't get to watch TV only till 10 at the latest. In the words of my mother, "There's things that need to be done."
The commercial asking parents if they knew where their kids are... You were supposed to come home when the street lights came on of you were a towny. I grew up in the country, it was dark as hell at night, so sundown was generally the time limit to come back out of the woods.
Saturday and Sunday would watch the Chicago cubs play on channel 9 wgn with my dad. Once game was over would do our chores. Once that was done could go out and play.
Cartoons, then a ride on my bike. Usually to a friend’s house or to the beach. I still can’t believe I was able to be out in the feral outdoors for hours on end with no supervision!! Sometimes up to a mile away from my house on foot or bike.
A mile? My best friend lived 5 miles from me. That bike ride on Saturday got me some serious respect from his dad and a lecture from his mom everytime I showed up. Then the phone call and after dinner, my bike and I would be driven home by my buddy and his dad. We scored Thrifty ice cream everytime.
AMEN! You rode your bike to your friend's house to see if they could go riding. I remember waiting for the water hose to cool off before we could drink out of it. Your friend's mom would make each of you a sandwich when you got hungry. Oh, and you'd damned well best be home shortly after the street lights came on. Best times ever.
After cartoons, there was wrestling that was filmed at gyms (early Andre, etc.), and then there were Godzilla or Kung Fu movies. A rainy Saturday was a treat, :)
Fatherly labors. Lol. If we weren’t up and out in the yard before he got the lawnmower started (old pull string and starter fluid) he wouldn’t push the lawnmower up under our window and yell, “I didn’t have 3 teenage daughters for me to have to mow my own lawn. Get out here!!” Oh the days 😂
Man u got me missing those days. A big bowl of king vitamins. In front of the TV watching bugs and the gang do their thang. Oooooh yes. The good ol days.
Looney Tunes was the last thing that they'd show on Saturday mornings in the 90s too. It felt a bit lazy in hindsight. While we had a good selection of cartoons from the 90s, I feel like the vast majority were on cable TV, which all of my friends had but I didn't. This made my 90s experience on Saturday mornings limited.
Ah yes, the Saturday of a city kid during our times. Yes, brother I do know of these Saturdays you speak of from staying the night with a town friend. However there were those of us whom lived on the farms and had chores to do before the sacred cartoons. And yes, some of us even had to forego cartoons because our father was a slave driver who saw fit to work us all day just as he worked 7 days a week. Alas at the end of the day there was the reward of a taste of the salted head on a frosty mug of cold beer that taught us what we had to look forward to in adulthood--alcohol. Until then we had returnable glass pop bottles to suckle sweet rewards from and feel apart of our dad's victory over the day. #TYFYS Brother!!!
Oh I so miss getting up early and watch cartoons. If it was snowing or raining after that was karate or Godzilla movies. And yes after cartoons if nice. Be back by dark.😊
I was a chore kid in charge of all household duties including keeping my siblings on task. Not an easy job for me...the middle child. However I became very proficient with the wet towel thwack that mom taught me. Mom was busy living her own life and working. As a widow her free time was man hunting.
I miss those days although Gun Factory on SKY Channel ran till 12:00’at 11:30-12:00 it was our favorite show Transformers. And after that we indeed went outside and build soap box racers or tree houses and forts and play ball games. Or get into trouble pulling pranks 😂
Mom would have to drag me out of bed for school all week, but Saturday morning cartoons were no problem to get up early for. 😂👍
5:00 am. Start with Little Rascals and the 3 Stooges.
@@louisbrown4620 430am Gigglesnort Hotel then The Great Space Coaster.Remember it like it was yesterday.
Same.
Couldn't get me up to save a life.
Come Saturday morning. I was up at 5am.
Cause the cartoons started at 5am
It was just the best ones were from 7am to 11:30 am.
I whole heartedly endorse this message
Nothing broke your heart more than to accidentally sleep in and miss those cartoons
So true....
I still remember that feeling of oversleeping and waking at 10 or so....
When you speak of "The days before " it brings me back to those good times of childhood innocence. And I hear Louis Armstrong sing, "What A Wonderful World ". Yes, they were good times, indeed. But, I think we can still have good days now if we're willing to try. Even now, as I sit outside drinking coffee and listening to the birds sing and the breeze blow through the trees, I know that, despite all the trauma and turmoil in the world, I can enjoy a peaceful moment.
Love Louis Armstrong and that song!!!!!! That truly brought back memories, good ones.
Saturday mornings used to be full of violence, danger, heroics, madness, and magic. Then the cartoons would end and the news or sports would come on so, outside we went.
Where we would re-enact the violence, danger, heroics, madness and magic. Good times!
@@robertbusek30 Indeed
LMFAO 🤣 RIGHT?! Really? What was the difference?
Those times were the best‼️👍👍🦾🦾
Remember having to go on errands with your parents. Waiting in line at the bank, but they had lollipops so that was something at least.🙃
My brother & I would ride the escalators while mom did her banking.
Or going to walmart & spending an hour looking through a whole isle dedicated to hot wheels cars. Try & wishing to find that perfect one when you could only afford one.
Congrats on fatherly labors! We still got to enjoy the outside! For those poor souls that had house chores... Finish quickly for paradise awaits you!
Yes those were the best days. I miss them. Back when we had a thing called imagination & the outside world to play in.
And we were not afraid to actually interact (enjoy) the outside world instead of being afraid of it...
Ahh Loony Toons, and the Flintstones. But afterwards, there was…the garden. After lunch, we had to get our work clothes on, and until mid afternoon at least, we work pulling weeds, carrying water, picking green beans... we were traumatized. Until I became a dad and then I understood lol
A part of my soul disappeared when I found out as a younger adult that they had changed the Saturday morning toons. I still morning but am forever happy to have those memories. Thank you for reminding me... 62 going on 29... again!! 😂
1979 here...
Saw Return of Jedi and Transformers the Movie in theaters. Yes, the Before Times were full of tribulations. I remember to use computers one had to know the forgotten language of "DOS". You would c forward slash your way to classics like "Dig Dug" or "Test Drive" off of ancient tablets called "Floppy Disks". And this was ONLY if a hurricane level event was occurring in the wilderness. 😎
Remember getting a hole punch and notching the other side of a 5 1/4 floppy so you could store stud on both sides?
1973 myself
...and when you would meet your friends in The Great Outside around lunchtime, you'd ride your bikes down hills without helmets, singing at at the top of your lungs the glorious melodies sprinkled between Saturday morning cartoons. Tunes like "Rufus Xavier Sarsaparilla", "The Shot Heard Round the World", and the "Gravity Song", courtesy of School House Rock. "Down-dy down down down..."
SCHOOL HOUSE ROCK was awesome! It took me almost 4 years to get them all for my gkids. Well worth the effort.
Saturday morning cartoons was the best.
The rule in my house when I was growing up was “No cartoons on Saturdays until 8 am.” So I used to wake up earlier and lie down in the den watching the clock…
I would have missed Giant Robot and Ultraman...... 😢 😫
Yea, that wouldn't have flown with me.
In 2 seconds flat they'd wished they never even met me.
I was a good kid , did everything I was supposed to.
I was NOT gonna be denied my rewards.
After the 11:30am Looney Tunes, I'd get dressed, grab my headphones loaded with Van Halen's 1984 and ride my bike all day. I would get lost in Eddie's amazing guitar playing while mastering my BMX techniques. In later years I replaced the bike with an electric guitar and a Marshall half stack. I would even learn the Looney Tunes song on guitar just to complete the circle. I turn 50 next year and I think I might get back into Saturday morning cartoons. Why not!
Keep the truth flowing.
I had chores to do after my morning cartoons, THEN it was out the door! LMAO 🤣
I've always been a 4am riser, minus my drunken years.
In the 70s, STL MO, M-F Lassie, The Lone Ranger, Stooges, and the Little Rascles were on that early.
100% accurate. We had the opposite of helicopter parenting. mom would yell "in or out!?" After the sacred Saturday morning cartoons. "In" meant chores. "Out" meant Wandering the town and outdoors like wild animals until the streetlights came on. And "whatever trouble you start, BETTER NOT GET BACK TO ME"
And god forbid you missed any of the cartoons, due to an outage or some other mishap. You would be completely out of the loop come the bus ride on Monday.
A bonus treat was that my Grandfather would show up on Saturday mornings with donuts & watch the toons with us. It was grand!
Those were the days! Good times!
During spring and autumn, the outside in my state was often a damp and cold place. While winters were a delightfully snowy wonderland, inviting us into the cartoon-free outside. Summers were the only season we were truly allowed to run free as the feral children we were once the joys of cartoons were over. Mother often worked weekends as head nurse of the birthing of younglings ward. Father had been raised feral, often cared for by other mothers, as my grandmother was the earner of coins in his family. He knew nothing about chore-giving, but spent many Saturdays teaching the competitiveness that happens on games of the board. It is at father’s side we learned the magic of the noodles that Oodle, a delicious chicken-flavored luncheon today’s younglings might refer to as ramen. During the times of the hunt, the outside could be dangerous as the huntsmen from the City trespassed on the farmland of my grandmother and grandfather. Somehow these men, often drunken on ale, could not see the difference between a deer of brown colors and a cow of black and white colors. If we younglings wanted to play in the outside, we were restricted to the world of the barn. Usually, we mimicked the stuntsmen we watched on tv in grandfather’s hayloft. Though, at times, there would be small creatures, known as kittens to cuddle and pet. However, the hayloft had its hazards. While we expected the pricking of the hay, it was a sad (to him), yet comedic (to us) day when my poor eldest cousin suffered the pooping of the barn swallow onto his head. Yea, we laughed merrily indeed, as we followed him back to the farmhouse, most excited to tell this tale to the adults of the inside.
I asked why we called them oodels of noodles we were poor and often that's all we had . my Mama said "cause we got pixels of em". ...
Your ability at storytelling in such a sort format is just amazing. You, my good sir, are phenomenal.
I always spent the weekends with my grandma on her farm. Saturday morning meant the same thing to me. After cartoons, off we went fixing fence, doing hay, going to town for feed,and groceries. Some Saturdays we went to the sale barn, either to buy or sell calves and cows or just to watch. Those were the good old days!
Absolutely fantastic childhood!
Amen!!!!!!! He nailed it!!!! This is My Guy!!!!!! Speak that truth!!!
I never stopped watching cartoons on Saturday mornings to this day. And getting cable, The WB was my all time favorite after I had my kids. Now they have inherited my looney tune mentality.
In my neck of the woods, Saturday morning cartoons started at 6am. There were so many shows that cane and went. Few made it past 1/2thru the 2nd season. But, I n my memory, they were all wonderdul. Johnny Quest, Space Ghost, Scooby Doo, and of course The Bugs Bunny Show. The full list spans 100s of shows. 57 now and dreaming back 50 years. It was a magical time.
Ahhh, the good old days... yes, yes, they were indeed
Saturday morning cartoons. What a great life it was, Sunday was house cleaning day.
I love this guy's take on things as I grew up during this time. I don't know if it's been mentioned before as I'm new to the channel, but I find it quite relaxing to listen to him talk because he sounds like Obi-Wan Kenobi 😂
As one of those unlucky souls who had chores often we would try and get a jump start of some of them during commercials.... good times 😅
The best days where having leftover chicken with salsa Saturday morning cartoons and playing with friends in the woods till supper. Don't put your elbows on the table!
I remember the Saturday morning cartoons and that knock cereal were the best. We were all out by noon to play til dark. Those were the days,!!
I had specific things to do each day, Saturday morning was a freaking treat! How I miss those days!
Fractured Fairytales. A hidden gem.
I almost don’t want to watch these videos as it hits me of all things lost and it does bring me woe.
After cartoons, we would get with Mom and Grandma and go grocery shopping. Then come home eat dinner, watch Star Search and Solid Gold while they got an early start on Sunday Dinner... Man those were the days!
You got the time & cartoon right! Looney Tunes / 11:30- time to go outside to ride bikes, work on the fort or shoot bb g*uns! Truly magical days.
Always speaking the truth, what a great time to grow up.
The world was much simpler then and people understood each other better
The best of times
You're spot on! Great memories for all Gen Xers, Keep them coming....
We had 1 rule in our house for Saturday morning cartoons. Who ever got up first got control of the TV.
I remember. I remember. Oh the good ol days...
Fond memories of saturdays.
I grew in Anchorage Alaska, in the cold months of winter we were allowed to watch cartoons, but not summer. Almost every weekend in the summer we explored the wilds of the Alaskan wilderness.
I was a part of that unfortunate group who had chores every Saturday morning during the cartoons, so we never got to watch them, no matter how hard we tried. After the vhs player came out, and we learned how to tape things off the tv, them Saturday morning cartoons became possible.
I lived for Saturday mornings.
I always had my bug out bag ready usually outside with my fishing/hunting/hiking gear ready by the time Looney Tunes came on so I could make a mad dash before I heard the first chore get spoken! Yes one could survive 48 hours on the ration pack in my backpack and the 3 Liter converted water bottle. With fishing/hunting/hiking gear one could build shelter purify water and procure wild foods. Yep now that I'm in my 40'd I look around and I still have lightweight personal bug out bags. The new tech has made them much lighter and easier to maintain which is good cause this bod has the mileage of a retiree!
When I was allowed back in the house. After years of the daily lockouts. I had muscles on my muscles.
At our house on the farm wake-up time was 5am. Dress then out to feed livestock. When animals were fed around 7am, then back to the house for breakfast. Back out to do weekend chores, then if lucky, I could catch the last hour of cartons if finished with my work.
I miss Saturday mornings in the days before......
Tell us the tales of the sweet milk soup!
ahhh Saturday morning cartoons. Those were good times indeed.
Aww, the good old days of Saturday morning cartoons. This is how I broke my back at 11, telling my cousin on the bottom bunk the new cartoon seasons were out the next day. Now hear I am 38 and walking up straight and on my feet all day, making candy. I do miss those days very much.
I can't believe how much I relate to this!
Yes, yes they were...sigh...
After the cartoons at 11 AM, my mother would have me vacuum the entire house every Saturday morning.
Yes, I was one of those unfortunate children with chores. After Saturday morning cartoons, it was time to vacuum and dust the family room and to shake out the area rugs. I hate to vacuum to this day.
I miss those days. I had a crush on Smurfette.
Oh my goodness, you are spot on my good fellow... Those were the days.he- man, she-ra, thunder cats, bugs bunny... Then outside for what ever adventure we find until dinner
My kids do not understand the magic of Saturday morning cartoons. That one time a week when cartoons played for 5 hours straight!
Yessir, as soon as the cartoons ended, we became homeless immediately.
God bless the before times..
#dontstopbeingawesomesir
Great memories, i used to use our alsation as a pillow to watch the cartoons.
Yes, Saturday morning cartoons. But that was during the school year. Once summer came around, I ate breakfast and then was pushed out the door.
Another good tv time was running home after school to watch the Little Rascals or Dark Shadows.
And at night we stayed up til the TV programming ended and saluted the star and stripes.
So true! Be back for dinner, unless we were enlisted to help with yard work or washing and waxing cars.
I was the chore kid. I wasn’t allowed to go outside and play until all my chores were done. And I was only allowed an hour of cartoons before I had to start. My sister got to watch all the way till 11:30 and didn’t have chores. Such was the burden of the oldest child.
That totally sucks! Chores should be evenly distributed between children…
@@robertbusek30 I agree, age appropriate of course. But my sister was also 6 years younger than me and the favorite. Plus she was really good at pretending she didn’t know how.
My sister and I both were the chore people. No, we didn't get to watch TV only till 10 at the latest. In the words of my mother, "There's things that need to be done."
Your words paint a wonderful picture, my friend.
On point! Love the Well worded content.. Sarcasm.. And Da salt and pepper beard bruh! Keep doing what you do!
The commercial asking parents if they knew where their kids are... You were supposed to come home when the street lights came on of you were a towny. I grew up in the country, it was dark as hell at night, so sundown was generally the time limit to come back out of the woods.
Count Chocula or Captain Crunch, then cartoons, then many chores.
Saturday and Sunday would watch the Chicago cubs play on channel 9 wgn with my dad. Once game was over would do our chores. Once that was done could go out and play.
Cartoons, then a ride on my bike. Usually to a friend’s house or to the beach. I still can’t believe I was able to be out in the feral outdoors for hours on end with no supervision!! Sometimes up to a mile away from my house on foot or bike.
A mile? My best friend lived 5 miles from me. That bike ride on Saturday got me some serious respect from his dad and a lecture from his mom everytime I showed up. Then the phone call and after dinner, my bike and I would be driven home by my buddy and his dad. We scored Thrifty ice cream everytime.
Ah yes those were the golden years.
Those were the days
I remember those days
If only kids today could have the childhood we had....
Yes sir .
On Sunday mornings, we would type the program off the back of a cereal box into our Trs-80 ,so we could see a blip go across a screen.
Saturday mornings were my salvation. And I ate Capt Crunch or Cocoa Puffs. Then off to do chores.
AMEN! You rode your bike to your friend's house to see if they could go riding. I remember waiting for the water hose to cool off before we could drink out of it. Your friend's mom would make each of you a sandwich when you got hungry. Oh, and you'd damned well best be home shortly after the street lights came on. Best times ever.
I begged my mom to get up so I could turn that tv on!!! I was awake by 6. Outside by noon! Gen X kid here!
After cartoons, there was wrestling that was filmed at gyms (early Andre, etc.), and then there were Godzilla or Kung Fu movies. A rainy Saturday was a treat, :)
❤❤❤❤❤
Fatherly labors. Lol. If we weren’t up and out in the yard before he got the lawnmower started (old pull string and starter fluid) he wouldn’t push the lawnmower up under our window and yell, “I didn’t have 3 teenage daughters for me to have to mow my own lawn. Get out here!!” Oh the days 😂
Man u got me missing those
days. A big bowl of king vitamins. In front of the TV watching bugs and the gang do their thang. Oooooh yes. The good ol days.
Looney Tunes was the last thing that they'd show on Saturday mornings in the 90s too. It felt a bit lazy in hindsight. While we had a good selection of cartoons from the 90s, I feel like the vast majority were on cable TV, which all of my friends had but I didn't. This made my 90s experience on Saturday mornings limited.
Amen. 😂😂Bugs and friends. Scooby-Doo...... The Roadrunner
Ah yes, the Saturday of a city kid during our times. Yes, brother I do know of these Saturdays you speak of from staying the night with a town friend. However there were those of us whom lived on the farms and had chores to do before the sacred cartoons. And yes, some of us even had to forego cartoons because our father was a slave driver who saw fit to work us all day just as he worked 7 days a week. Alas at the end of the day there was the reward of a taste of the salted head on a frosty mug of cold beer that taught us what we had to look forward to in adulthood--alcohol. Until then we had returnable glass pop bottles to suckle sweet rewards from and feel apart of our dad's victory over the day.
#TYFYS Brother!!!
We would get up early and stare at the test pattern till cartoons started. Lol
Exactly
Oh I so miss getting up early and watch cartoons. If it was snowing or raining after that was karate or Godzilla movies. And yes after cartoons if nice. Be back by dark.😊
Thank you! For the wonderful trip down memory lane.
Had such great adventures outside with my friends. One time we discovered a swamp.
Yes, good indeed
I was a chore kid in charge of all household duties including keeping my siblings on task. Not an easy job for me...the middle child. However I became very proficient with the wet towel thwack that mom taught me. Mom was busy living her own life and working. As a widow her free time was man hunting.
I remember those days well!
I miss those days although Gun Factory on SKY Channel ran till 12:00’at 11:30-12:00 it was our favorite show Transformers. And after that we indeed went outside and build soap box racers or tree houses and forts and play ball games. Or get into trouble pulling pranks 😂