A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! ...
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Thanks for playing, NoName, especially when you had to visit the emergency room. That's dedication above and beyond the norm. But then, nothing about you is normal, is it? ;-)
Hee Hee.
I'm glad I finally found my way to your blog on a consistent basis. This was a lot of fun!
And I'm glad you made your way over Reffie. I loved your comments each day.
Yes indeed we do say 'brilliant'. Among other things, that is, like 'heavens above!' and 'gosh'. Yes, some of us really do say 'gosh' sometimes. It shows our age, I suppose. Of course, I also say a lot of other things, too, some of which would do credit to a sailor.
Or those potato thingies you can eat. I have to say, you guys make good chips. I like the ones with ripples in them.
:-)
Traci