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Happy Solstice!
I celebrated this evening by going out to a nice dinner of vaguely structural food with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sythyry, and then to a multiculti solstice concert by a bunch of local singer-songwriter folky types. The MC/storyteller mentioned something from his childhood that was a big part of *my* childhood, but which I hadn't heard about from anyone else in years: the WPIX Yule log. It was a four-hour broadcast on Christmas eve, rerun on Christmas morning, of a log burning in a fireplace in what I think was the governor's mansion, with a soundtrack of Christmas carols. As a child I would watch this. Not watch in the sense of have it on while I did my homework or played with my toys. Not watch in the sense of put it on for a few minutes every year. Watch in the sense that I would stare at the screen for the full four hours, non-stop fascinated. For a little Jewish girl, it was rather odd. The storyteller said it was some childhood sense of feeling connected with everyone else doing that that made him watch that whole time. Me, I think it was probably some combination of my natural ritualistic tendencies, my growing interest in the power of vocal music, and my tendency toward fascination with fire and general pyrophilia.
Do any of you folks who grew up in the NY tristate remember this?
sythyry, and then to a multiculti solstice concert by a bunch of local singer-songwriter folky types. The MC/storyteller mentioned something from his childhood that was a big part of *my* childhood, but which I hadn't heard about from anyone else in years: the WPIX Yule log. It was a four-hour broadcast on Christmas eve, rerun on Christmas morning, of a log burning in a fireplace in what I think was the governor's mansion, with a soundtrack of Christmas carols. As a child I would watch this. Not watch in the sense of have it on while I did my homework or played with my toys. Not watch in the sense of put it on for a few minutes every year. Watch in the sense that I would stare at the screen for the full four hours, non-stop fascinated. For a little Jewish girl, it was rather odd. The storyteller said it was some childhood sense of feeling connected with everyone else doing that that made him watch that whole time. Me, I think it was probably some combination of my natural ritualistic tendencies, my growing interest in the power of vocal music, and my tendency toward fascination with fire and general pyrophilia. Do any of you folks who grew up in the NY tristate remember this?
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-- some kid on the phone desperately shouting at the top of his lungs while Intellivision Football or whatever the game of the day was played...
You know, I wasn't even living in NY at the time -- I was a Wisconsin latchkey kid -- but I remember this. WPIX was one of the first nationally syndicated TV stations, and I'm pretty sure that we got it even then.
And remember, for Father's Day, why not get Dad a tie cake?
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i wonder what it'll be this year?
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Another old school WPIX thing.. they had a series of commercials in the early/mid 80s where some guy was looking for the number 11, and he found it in the world trade center. Weird.
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Thanks for posting this memory, and reminding me of fun days with my kid sister. I don't see her nearly as often as I would like, with me having moved two hours away, and our interests have grown widely different over the years, but you've reminded me that my sister and I will always have "You watched that movie HOW MANY TIMES in one day??" (our parents' and friends reactions, of course) as a common bonding memory for the rest of our lives.