A Brady Bunch Reunion
(a couple of highlights from the weekend)
Scanning the crowd of 70 plus people, Douglas asked, with an air of amazement and a large swoop of the arms, “Are all of these people related to us?” Indeed they were, for we were at a family reunion. As far as “all” goes, I was told that this group wasn’t even half of what could have been there if all members had made a greater effort to reunite. It’s hard though,especially when you live so far away and when, as a married-into-the-family member, you find you only recognize half of the people there and know only an eighth of that half’s names. At least this time I tried to get a good look at faces so that I could, should I spot them in a line-up, or at a Maverick gas station on our way out of town, recognize them. Unfortunately, that particular relative I saw at the gas station happened to still be on the only visually- recognizable’s list. Ah well, there’s always next year.
On after-school entertainment:
After-school TV watching time…well, it’s usually just dvds as we use a digital antenna for anything live. As a result we’ve got about 8 channels, 4 of which are in Spanish. One of the English language channels is KBYU which plays a lot of religious programs along with family friendly entertainment. Since it seems most of what is made today isn’t so clean, this station has had to dig into the archives, pulling up things from the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s. So, on Friday, after the boys got done watching something like Arthur, I heard that old familiar haunt, the Brady Bunch theme music: “Here’s the story of a lovely lady…” (AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! help.). All it took was about 10 seconds of that before Douglas ran into my room and threw himself prostrate onto my bed. There was no weeping or wailing or gnashing of teeth but there was one adorably spooked face that looked pleadingly at mine while saying, “The weirdest show just turned on in there! Could you please change it?” It might have been the tune, the boxed in kids, or the hair and cloths style, but whatever it was, it scared my poor boy and had to be stopped.