We are officially the Baby Boomer Generation but the fact is, we’re also the Television Generation. The first. Which is what we like about this little collection of memories from our friend Erin O’Brien of Redondo Beach, California, who still remembers her 1960s TV Dream House.
Oh that magical box. My parents bought our first color TV for the Moon Landing. Neil Armstrong. “One small step for man…”
“If only I could step inside the screen,” I used to think … but my dad always made us sit six feet away. Do you ever wonder nowadays, how dangerous was it?
Anyway, as a kid, I imagined how it would be, getting to actually step inside the screen as I watched my favorite shows on TV.
I pictured myself on I Dream of Jeannie’s purple velvet circular couch, with all of those pillows inside her genie bottle.
At school, my second grade teacher, who was a nun, would be able to soar in her habit, just like The Flying Nun.
After school I’d greet Alice the maid, as I strolled into The Brady Bunch’s kitchen with that cool orange Formica counter. Formica. What a miracle!
My parents would own the Bradys’ olive green station wagon with the wood paneling, but would have safely parked it in Batman and Robin’s Batcave… right next to My Mother the Car, which spoke, just like Mr. Ed the talking horse, in my imaginary barn.
At night, I could reach for Gidget’s princess phone on my nightstand, but I’d also have a rotary dial shoe phone like Maxwell’s on Get Smart, and one like Captain Kirk’s flip phone for when I was on the go, say, to Gilligan’s Island, for one of Ginger and Mary Ann’s famous milkshakes in a coconut shell. (I thought, wouldn’t that be a great idea: a flip phone?)
Even better, I’d have George Jetson’s TV phone. (Now that would be an even better invention, I decided.)
My neighbors, The Partridge Family, would be fun to visit because Keith was cute and Laurie was groovy, but I probably wouldn’t be allowed to play with Danny.
The town might not be Mayberry but I’d feel safe with Adam 12 Officer Pete Malloy and his partner Jim Reed on the beat.
Oh, if only my father would have let me step inside that screen!