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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\"times they are a changin\' \" for sure. And not for the better as far as I can see. Kristi and I used to watch \"Frasier\" when it was on at night. I have all the shows but can\'t watch them because it was something we did together. Silly, but I miss those nights watching that show with my girl. Better times for sure.
((((HUGS))))
Karl
I recorded it and haven\'t watched it yet. It has definitely brought up memories. When I was little and stayed home from school sick. I watched All my Children. Remember Tara I named my daughter Tara, lol.
Healing hugs, Marci
Yes, the death of soap operas lets us know that time and circumstances are marching on and leaving the past behind. I think I was twelve when All My Children began and we loved it. General hospital with Patch and Kayla and Bo and Hope gave relief when coping with too much in my own reality as an adult facing a few too many challenges. \"Those were the days my friend. We thought theyd never end. We\'d sing and dance for ever and a day.\"
And now time marches on taking us with it to new experiences as we reflect on our past seeking to cherish the pleasant memories as we work at healing from the painful ones.
:-) Patricia
I hate it that the soaps are gone, I grew up watching Giuding Light and ATWT with my mom and did so until the end. So what do we have now? Pop culture. Disgusting!
I share you sentiments exactly. All the best and have a great weekend as it is Saturday at 8:02 a.m. and I am doing my laundry. From Diane B.
As far back as I can remember there was always an All My Children and Erica Kane. Having worked most of my life I would only occasionally catch an episode or two. Even so, I watched as the cast members grew older. I did watch the last episode yesterday with a sense of sadness for the passing of a long running era. I felt the same with the last show of Oprah. I reflect on the changes in the almost two short years since my Rudy has not been here. Now I choose to think of what will lay ahead and embrace the unknown knowing the past is gone, the future is approaching and I live in the now. I wish the cast and crew all the best...
I can remember my sister calling home while I was watching All My Children episode where character, Mary, died and I was crying...she thought I was talking about someone we knew death. Soaps were another connection tool we all had. Now with so many channels and ways to get entertainment we often don\'t have a show we can all talk about and know. Community anchors is what I call them....and they are disappearing...making it a lonely disengaged community we all are sliding into. Have to fight back with small town gatherings and connecting to one another. oh boy, sorry, I\'m sad about changes...too many and now I feel like my parents generation...referring to things that \'were\'....Hugs to all..
So like sand that filters through the house glass so goes the Days of Our Lives.... whether we like the plot or not huh?