It's the opening music for the credits of the Donna Reed Show, one of the great American family sitcoms from the golden age of televison in the 1950's and 1960's. Families were always white (although in the 1970's the color barrier came down in the United States with blockbuster sitcoms like Goodtimes and the Jeffersons featuring african american families), mom did not work outside the home, and she made sure to wear her pearls in the kitchen as she made chocolate chip cookies. I think a thing for these shows as my name Eddi Haskell gives away (explanation farther down on the right hand side of the blog). I also had a thing for the hot daddy, Carl Betz.
These shows are soothing for me, and I have had a hard week. I've been busy sending documentation, screen shots that I've saved as HTML files, to various legal authorities in two countries in the form of jpegs. Its been a chore.
I've also had to tell my real life mom that her privacy was compromised through traceable and threatening comments left on my blog by Jason Feingold, and through threats published by InV Daily, but she handled that news well. Lucky for me I live near her, and was with her every night this week. I'm not really worried but it IS my mom! You can read about it in earlier posts this week (and yes, its true, those of you who read the comments know what I'm talking about starting with the Christmas Party feature attacking me).
The authorities are insisting on me sending everything I have over due to my cyberstalking and harassment incidents that you read about on this blog earlier this week, and which I must be quiet on now.
I found this music soothing, and I put it up. But it reminded me that humor can serve a role even in the hardest of times.
This is not a funny story that I tell you now, but it did cheer someone up. One of my best friends died of AIDS a while ago. He was a 210 pound athlete, and at the end, he wasted away to under 80 pounds. Thank God medication is now here that can prolong lives and control this disease.
Towards the end, he wanted me to come over and keep him company. I did, and there was nothing to do. But there was a Donna Reed 24 hour Marathon on on Nick at Nite. So we watched it for a few hours. We were both huge fans.
Later that evening, all these people started coming over. I was sitting in a chair next to him, and the television was off. Everyone was just staring at him, and saying nothing. He looked at me. And I knew it was time to put Donna Reed back on. He was bored. I was not thinking well at the time.
Now, everyone then kept on saying 'EDDI HOW CAN YOU DO SUCH A THING? YOU CAN'T PUT THAT ON! THAT IS SO THOUGHTLESS!" to me under hushed tones. He was also African American as were many of his (and my) friends which added to the confusion. I put this lily white sit com on for him to watch.
He heard someone yell at me in the kitchen that I was so thoughtless they would leave the house, and my friend was laughing under his breath, although in great distress, for several hours that night. He told me the next day watching his friends reactions to him looking at the show was one of the funniest events of his, unfortunately to end the next week, life.
So humour does have a role in everything. Even our hardest times.
All the best, Eddi