Rabbit ears for us. And calling in Daddy to fix it when static was the only “picture”. My father never even watched any TV until “I dream of Jeannie” arrived—he had always loved fairy tales
It was The Honeymooners for my dad. Though never locked in to the programming hour, he also later occasionally got a kick out the The Flintstones, which he recognized as a re-do of The Honeymooners. If he hadn't drawn the connection out loud it would have taken me a bit longer as a kid to make it.
I was 5, in March of 1956 when my father finally relented and bought one. But he refused to mount an aerial on roof because it would be ostentatious.
Rabbit ears. Or a hinged circular antenna on the back of portables, but they didn't come out until the '60s. Man, feels like 10 lifetimes ago.
Rabbit ears for us. And calling in Daddy to fix it when static was the only “picture”. My father never even watched any TV until “I dream of Jeannie” arrived—he had always loved fairy tales
It was The Honeymooners for my dad. Though never locked in to the programming hour, he also later occasionally got a kick out the The Flintstones, which he recognized as a re-do of The Honeymooners. If he hadn't drawn the connection out loud it would have taken me a bit longer as a kid to make it.