When I was a kid Cartoons were only on the TV on Saturday mornings. Shocker I know. But really it was true. We would wait all week for it and get up willingly early to see them. The magic of The Bugs Bunny Show or Rocky and Bullwinkle, The Jetsons or the Beatles even. All of these mixed in with the old nature cartoons and follow the bouncing ball sing along styles left over from the movies. (Yes, movie theaters had cartoons on between shows to keep the audience entertained.) The Hanna Barberra jingles at the end of each show still ring in my head.
Cartoons of yesterday. The road runners constant flight from the coyote and the coyotes constant endangerment of self. Violence and meanness, stupid slapstick and dump on the little guy stuff. Tempered with classical music and social injustice.
The cartoons of today are so different. There are shows to teach cooperation and stamp out intolerance, they help children learn life’s lessons and to care for others along the way. And there are still shows full of violence but now there is a reason and an enemy for all the gore to spring forth. The QUBO channel has family cartoons on twenty four/ seven. At any child’s beckon call there are cartoons to watch.
And still after all this time I think of Saturday morning as cartoon time. I watched the Flintstones from the very first episode every weekday night just before dinner time. When a cartoon is on TV my head snaps around to catch a moment before I get back to my task at hand.
I slept in this morning because I have an ear ache but my very first thought as I came to awakeness was, ‘Saturday, what cartoons did I miss?’ And I don’t watch Saturday morning cartoons anymore for a number of years.
We think we are grown ups and have our act pretty much together and then comes an unguarded moment and we are children wanting to know if we’ve missed our favorite Saturday Morning Cartoons.