A Heaping Spoonful of Nostalgia
Why we still remember watching Saturday morning TV shows
I have fond memories of the Saturday morning TV shows I watched as a kid during the mid-’50s and ‘60s. If you’re a baby boomer, I bet you remember them too.
One reason we may lovingly recollect our childhood TV shows is the power of nostalgia. We associate these shows with the comfort and security of our childhood home. Nothing beat sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of cereal and milk, while you watched Huckleberry Hound or The Lone Ranger.
There was a real emotional connection between us and what we watched. These weren’t just TV shows, they resonated with our young, impressionable minds, allowing us to fantasize. They were aspirational because we felt like we were a part of them.
The Old West held a certain fascination for lots of us: Whether it was Annie Oakley, Roy Rogers, or the Lone Ranger, we rode along, imagining ourselves doing good and outsmarting bad guys.
We spent considerable time soaring in the air, courtesy of shows like Captain Midnight, Sky King and Superman.
We imagined ourselves as Rusty, the kid who always had that awesome dog by his side in The Adventures of Rin Tin Tin, or as a courageous Royal Canadian Mounty when we watched Sergeant Preston of…
