Thursday, June 22, 2006
PLUNK YOUR MAGIC TWANGER.....FROGEEEEE
Ok, I am going through my second childhood, or to hear some people tell it...never left the first one...
I googled plunk your magic twanger frogee last night and my childhood just came back in a flood...Andy's Gang with Midnight the cat, Squeeky the Mouse, Frogy, Gunga the East Indian boy his pal Rama and all the other great stuff that went with along with my kiddy years...When Andy would be reading the stories and Frogy would mess them up and Frogy would call him a 'big square'...or when he was messing people up and he would say 'ah, ah, ah .I would I would. It was advertized by Buster Brown(Hi, I'm Buster Brown, I live in a shoe, this is my dog Tige he lives there too.)and Kellogg's Sugar Pops.....Sugar Pops are Tops...Frogy lived in a big grandfather clock and when Andy wanted him to come out he would say in that great gravely voice(Andy Devine played Jingles on The Wild Bill Hickock Show...."Hey, Wild Bill, wait for me.") and say "Plunk your magic twanger Frogeeeee.".....oh man..it was terrific...the cat and the mouse were real and I'm sure if they tried to do that show on tv today, the humane society would be all over their asses...'Cause what they put that cat through...holy shit...Of course we thought he was doing it on his own, he was magic after all..I waited each day like a crackhead waiting for his dealer.....waiting for the magic words in that great voice.."Hiya kids, HiYa Hiya.."....Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, where's my sugar pops..? and can I have a pair of shoes with Buster Brown and Tige in them?....Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.".........."Jackisue, shut the fuck up.".."Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ma."
Almost as good was the radio shows...like 'The B-Bar-B Riders", Big John and Sparky. I went to some store when they were doing special appearances and was freaked out when I saw Sparky was a dummy...thought he was a real kid.Then there was Sky King, The Shadow, Intersanctum, The Lone Ranger, Gunsmoke and oh so many more....I remember when I was living in Hawaii and was listening to some scary story about "The Hand", where some guy loses his hand in an accident and the hand comes back to haunt him and they are telling how the hand is creeping up the couch,up the back,over the side...up closer and closer to the guy, closer and closer and about that time my parakeet Pete flys and lands on my shoulder and I screamed so loud the neighbors called the AP's(air force police)...scared the fuck out of me...Daddy wouldn't let me listen to anything but baseball games for a week...Said my imagination was to vivid...no duh...I also remember pretending to be a horse..ran around the house and yard, snorting, pawing the air with my hands, flaring my nostrils, and whinning like a wild stallion...I WAS the Black Stallion...stranded on a desert Island ....swimming in the ocean..Daddy would call me in for dinner by telling me 'oats are on'....man, I used to have so much fun before TV ....Climb trees and pretend to be Lana the Jungle girl...I never had to be saved by anyone, I was always saving someones life from Tigers, Lions and would ride off into the jungle on the back of my trusted friend "Timbo" the elephant..(for all you novices who never played jungle, or read Tarzan books...Timbo is the Bantu word for elephant..My other jungle friend was Kimo the Monkey(Kimo means monkey)...Oh man, to have a great climbing tree in my yard right now...would haul my fat ass up there and pretend to be saving lives from the evil tribe of canibals..oops....gotta run...someone is caught in quicksand and I have to go save him...oh, my..he looks just like Antonio Banderas...."hang on Antonio....I will come save you."..