6:30-10:00 p.m.

Friday nights over forty years ago is as crystal clear as if it were today. Piano

The evening was saved by watching color television with her. (The first that I had ever seen.) It was a real treat. A sandwich to eat and a Friday night of television to devour.

6:30 was “Wild, Wild West,” the theme music still haunts me. 7:30 was “Hogan’s Heroes,” just fun. 8:00 was “Gomer Pyle,” still haven’t matched his acting voice with his singing voice. 8:30 was “Mr. Roberts,” this was a thirty minute break for me; don’t know why I didn’t care for that show. The highlight of the evening was last, “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.” an engaging drama that I’m sure I’d now laugh at compared to today’s programs.

Then I would make the long walk back home.

Silly? Yes. Enduring? Absolutely. My grandmother? Accommodating with her color television.