As we make our way through the middle of July, with kids wasting away the days counting down to next month’s new school term, I am reminded of the circumstances under which I began spending my childhood summers outdoors rather than in front of the TV set. Not that my brothers and I were couch potatoes… but Saturday morning cartoons and afternoon comedy reruns (The Monkees, Gilligan’s Island, The Munsters, etc) had been the focus of our non-school recreation time.
I can’t remember what year it was, but I do remember the May afternoon of my youth on which it happened. I came home from school and turned on our black and white television. But rather than a favorite program growing from the single dot in the middle of the screen as the picture tube warmed up – my siblings and I were horrified to see nothing but snow.
When my father got home from work, we pleaded with him to call the repairman to come and fix the family TV. My dad said he couldn’t afford it at the time, so we would have to find something else to do. Rather than watching television, we were forced to spend the rest of the spring and summer months playing outside – stuff like pick-up baseball games, bike hikes, and the swimming pool.
In autumn, after school resumed, we came home one day to find mother watching TV. Apparently dad had been able to get the television fixed, and we went back to our viewing routine through the fall and winter months.
The following year, as the weather warmed up, the TV ironically went on the blink again. Once more we exchanged TV time for outdoor activities.
It seems like the yearly cycle occurred a couple more times, as I grew out of childhood into a young teenager who developed an interest in tinkering with things. Eventually, I turned my attention to the broken TV set. I was a little afraid as I ignored the stern safety warnings on the pasteboard rear panel of the set, opening it up to reveal a maze of wires and tubes. I noticed there was one small tube laying at the bottom of the TV box, and realized its array of pins fit perfectly into an empty socket below the picture tube. I plugged in the tube, powered up the TV, and was overjoyed when the disabled set glowed to life.
When dad got home that day I met him excitedly at the door, and explained how a tube had somehow worked itself loose, and that I had just saved him a big repair bill by fixing the television set myself. Curiously, there were no congratulations coming my way. Dad just walked upstairs to the dinner table.
I wasn’t the stupidest kid on the block, but it actually took a fair bit of thinking before I realized dad had been chasing us outdoors for the past few summers by sabotaging the TV. As I look back in hindsight, I realize what a great idea it was. My brothers and I actually developed fair skill sets in various sports, and my sisters enjoyed playtime outside with their friends. I am certain many of our active hours would have been wasted vegetating had it not been for the untimely breakdown of our only TV set.
My own kids aren’t so gullible, so I have to be straightforward in my insistence that TV time be limited in favor of summertime exercise, be it swimming or biking or walking the dog. Getting the kids outdoors could be a lot easier for me – except that I have no idea how to loosen a chip on an integrated circuit board in a color TV set.
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