When I was in high school, I had the biggest crush on one of the school's star basketball players. I thought he was really cool. My dad, on the other hand, thought he was not. It's not that he wasn't cool; it's just that my dad was one of those very protective fathers, particularly of his daughters, and he didn't seem to like any guy that came around with special interests. He did, however, love to give these poor young men names. This particular person, he named “Howdy Doody.” Whenever I'd bring him up, out came a sing-songy “It's Howdy Doody time...,” the “Howdy Doody” theme song, sung to the tune of “Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay.” Not that my dad could sing, but he would make his point; and I rather liked it.
Howdy Doody? So I thought.
So who was Howdy Doody? I really didn't know. I saw a picture once, and I got excited. Hey, he's not too bad looking! Then I realized I wasn't looking at Howdy Doody. I was looking at Buffalo Bob Smith with Howdy Doody chatting at his side. Howdy Doody was a puppet- and not a very handsome one, either! And the picture was in black and white. Did my dad really live that long ago, back in the days of hot rods and poodle skirts? Sure enough! Read More
Posted By Heidi Rosier