The End of an Erica
It seems that things are changing so quickly. Take soap operas. They're becoming a thing of the past and that's sad. I really don't watch them, but there was a time in the 80s when the writers went on strike. I tuned in just to have something to watch and found them entertaining. My mom and I would watch Days of our Lives and Guiding Light. Later, I added General Hospital. It was right after the Luke and Laura craze. I have many fond memories of sitting down daily, watching these programs, and talking about them with Mom.
Then the writers strike ended and I went back to my world of night time television, only occassionally watching the soaps. Now, Mom is gone and so are most of the soaps. It's surprising. The world I grew up in with Bob Hope, Frank Sinatra, and numerous other stars from the golden age, is no more.
Today, with sadness I watched the last episode of All MY Children. It wasn't a show I ever really followed. Sure I saw maybe 10 episodes, watched with friends who were huge fans of the show. And of course everyone knows Erica Kane. So, I watched, feeling the loss of the times when the economy was great, Mom was alive, and my biggest worry was finding that perfect disco dress for a night on the town. It was a happy time, an innocent time. A time before meeting my husband. A time when I was healthy and expected the best out of life.
Funny how a soap opera can make you nostalgic for those days. But I found myself transported to the 1980s, and just for a moment, it was like my mother was there with me and I smiled.
Then the writers strike ended and I went back to my world of night time television, only occassionally watching the soaps. Now, Mom is gone and so are most of the soaps. It's surprising. The world I grew up in with Bob Hope, Frank Sinatra, and numerous other stars from the golden age, is no more.
Today, with sadness I watched the last episode of All MY Children. It wasn't a show I ever really followed. Sure I saw maybe 10 episodes, watched with friends who were huge fans of the show. And of course everyone knows Erica Kane. So, I watched, feeling the loss of the times when the economy was great, Mom was alive, and my biggest worry was finding that perfect disco dress for a night on the town. It was a happy time, an innocent time. A time before meeting my husband. A time when I was healthy and expected the best out of life.
Funny how a soap opera can make you nostalgic for those days. But I found myself transported to the 1980s, and just for a moment, it was like my mother was there with me and I smiled.
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