January 25, 2011
Arthur Godfrey for Lipton Soup
Daryl got me to thinking about iconic TV and radio personalities beloved by American housewives of old.
Everyone knows Liberace. And most everyone knows Jack LaLanne. But not everyone remembers Arthur Godfrey.
In fact, I once surprised a friend, someone slightly older than me, when I blurted, “Arthur Godfrey?” in response to a reminiscence about his mother.
“You’re too young to remember Arthur Godfrey,” he replied.
Maybe. Anyway, here’s Arthur Godfrey.
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Yep, I remember AG. I seem to recall mentioning in a comment way back when that I would sit and watch his show when I was about two and it was the only thing on at the time on any channel (in Houston). My mother had what they called a gumdrop tree on top of the blonde wood cabinet. It was a craft item of the day: you get a twiggy branch from a dead tree, clean it up a bit, and stick those suggared gumdrops all over it. I would sit in front of that round picture tube, in my underwear, gazing alternately at the miracle of TV and the gumdrops. I particularly wanted the purple ones. Or the red. As I recall, the whole Arthur Godfrey show had a kind of brownish cast to it, like stuff moving around in a toilet bowl. But I loved the sudden rush of laughter and A G’s big Howdy Doody face.
The miracle of TV. Big ol’ faces in that swirly brown rush.
TV mess with y’all’s minds, y’all. Y’all don’t know, so way back.
I remember Arthur Godfrey, too. He was a name when TV was in its infancy. I got nothin’ better than what y’all brought, so I’ll bow out this time.
I got 2 words for you: Lonesome George Gobel.
OMG! Lonesome George!
Yep.
Groucho.
Earnest Tubb on a 1952 Dumont TV.