Happy Solstice!
Dec. 22nd, 2002 12:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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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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Date: 2002-12-22 09:51 am (UTC)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.