Do you ever notice, the older you get, the more things you took for granted seem to just disappear from your life, and you can’t even put your finger on their passing? Take phone booths, for instance. I saw one the other day, and it startled me because it seemed so out of place and made me realize I haven’t seen any in a long time. They used to be everywhere. And whatever happened to Chunkys, those fat little squares of chocolate that used to be a staple at the drugstore and movie theater?
The reason I bring this up is I recently read of the demise of two more long-running soap operas, and I’m getting rather nervous that mine might be next. No, I am not ashamed of my
addiction attachment to Days of Our Lives. My mother taught me well. I was raised on As the World Turns (or As the Worm Turns, as my father referred to it). We watched it together every afternoon in the summer when I wasn’t in school, and she would catch me up on what I’d missed. Female bonding. When I started college, my dorm mates got me hooked on Days of Our Lives. It was a new soap then, on the air for less than a year. We would try to schedule our classes around its airing.
As a mother with three children of her own, I was grateful when VCR’s became available because that meant I could go to school and teach and then come home with my children and bond with them over the trials and tribulations of the citizens of Salem. My children fondly remember helping me scarf down a bag of chips and a carton of french onion dip while watching Bo and Hope profess their love to each other.
Alas, my kids grew up and left home, my job required more and more hours spent out of the house, and, if I wanted to have any relationship with my husband, I had to give him the time formerly reserved for the Bradys and the Hortons. Years and years went by, and I never saw another episode.
Until…I retired! About six months ago I happened to turn on the TV at lunch time, and there was my Days in living color! Surely, the characters had moved on as I had, I thought. I won’t know anybody or what’s happening. But as I watched, there was Victor, and the evil Stephano, perky Jennifer as perky as ever, and sweet, sweet Maggie. Okay, I have to admit they were a little longer in the tooth, but they were there, nonetheless, getting into as much mischief as ever.
Now I worry that it is just a matter of time before they will disappear from my life, too. A world without Bo and Hope? Egad! It’s sad, but I know they are destined to go the way of Chunkys. Sure do miss the ones with raisins, by the way.