In last week’s Friday Flashback, Linda asked about our bedtime rituals, and I was too tired to conjure up any really good memories. I just wrote a ho-hum post and made do. Since then I have resurrected a memory I’d like to share. I may have shared this in the past, but if so, I couldn’t find it. I know this story not from my own memory, but because my grandmother told it to me:
When I was very small — I had to be about 3 since we still lived in the big red house in Spokane — I was always sent to bed when Bonanza came on TV. Apparently I really liked the show, which I called, Banana, and I would cry and pitch a fit.
My brother liked the show, too. He would sneak out of his bed and sit at the top of the stairs where he could peek around the corner at the TV set. Apparently I joined him at least once in this illicit TV watching and managed to fall asleep and roll down the stairs. In so doing I put an end to any and all late night TV watching by my siblings or myself, because my dad got a huge mirror and hung it over the TV set so he could watch the staircase and the TV at the same time.