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Feb. 27th, 2003 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinLike most everyone else, I am really sad about the passing of Mister Rogers.
I am hoping that his legacy is that if even just a handful of the children who grew up under his teevee tutelage grew up to be caring, concerned adults who can give back to the world even a fraction of what he gave in terms of patience, caring, nonjudgmental impartial love, and knowledge, lovingly handed out in huge armloads.
Sometimes I feel like I carry a little bit of that with me in day-to-day living, but I know I'm a harsher than he was, and probably a good deal more cynical.
Hey, you know, every bit helps.
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One of my favorite memories from college, by the way, was when my classmate Chris did "The Old Dope Peddler," by Tom Lehr for our Musical Theatre class. He dressed up in a jacket, changed into a cardigan, and did the whole toss-the-sneaker-change-the-shoes thing.
It was really fabulous, and the instant positive reaction he got to the bit was only a small testament to the imprint Mister Rogers' Neighborhood made on so many of us American kids over the last few decades ...
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Rest in peace, Fred. You were jingling trolley car magic and stability during Cold War youth and normal childhood self-doubt.
I am hoping that his legacy is that if even just a handful of the children who grew up under his teevee tutelage grew up to be caring, concerned adults who can give back to the world even a fraction of what he gave in terms of patience, caring, nonjudgmental impartial love, and knowledge, lovingly handed out in huge armloads.
Sometimes I feel like I carry a little bit of that with me in day-to-day living, but I know I'm a harsher than he was, and probably a good deal more cynical.
Hey, you know, every bit helps.
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One of my favorite memories from college, by the way, was when my classmate Chris did "The Old Dope Peddler," by Tom Lehr for our Musical Theatre class. He dressed up in a jacket, changed into a cardigan, and did the whole toss-the-sneaker-change-the-shoes thing.
It was really fabulous, and the instant positive reaction he got to the bit was only a small testament to the imprint Mister Rogers' Neighborhood made on so many of us American kids over the last few decades ...
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Rest in peace, Fred. You were jingling trolley car magic and stability during Cold War youth and normal childhood self-doubt.
