September 26, 2011

“Mr Peppermint died!”

read the email message I just received.

Mr. Peppermint (Jerry Haynes) hosted a long-running North Texas children’s TV program. He was a kinder, gentler Icky Twerp. He was also the father of Gibby Haynes.

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  1. Deron Bauman on September 26th, 2011 at 1:48 pm

    Oh no! Mr. Peppermint.

  2. Sheila Ryan on September 26th, 2011 at 2:00 pm

    That is almost exactly what I wrote Lou.

    “No! Mr. Peppermint!”

  3. Patrick Burleson on September 26th, 2011 at 4:38 pm

    Oh, that’s so sad. I loved Mr. Peppermint.

  4. Sheila Ryan on September 26th, 2011 at 4:44 pm

    He was our local Mr. Rogers.

  5. Deron Bauman on September 26th, 2011 at 4:45 pm

    And everyone loved the irony of the Butthole Surfers relationship.

  6. Derek White on September 27th, 2011 at 1:08 am

    I had no idea. So he’s said father Gibby’s referring to when asking what regret means? In which Mr. Peppermint answers, “well son, funny thing about regret–it’s better to regret something you have done, than something you haven’t. And by the way, if you see your mom this weekend, be sure and tell her… SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!”

    Word’s I have lived by ever since. I almost moved to Texas as a teenager because of the butthole surfers.

  7. Deron Bauman on September 27th, 2011 at 8:43 am

    Yes, Derek, one and the same.

  8. Sheila Ryan on September 27th, 2011 at 9:03 am

    Last night my long-time friend Allen shared his recollections of a Dallas children’s TV figure known as Uncle Tiny, whom he dubbed Uncle Tiny the Obscure, as none of the rest of our gang remembered the man. Allen recalled having seen Uncle Tiny in person at Kiest Park in Oak Cliff, where Uncle had “a small trick pitcher from which he poured a seemingly endless supply of 7-UP.” Allen was impressed. “Uncle Tiny was cool.”

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