…is a long weekend enjoyed.
Got very little accomplished, but watched loads of old Brady Bunch and Family Affair episodes courtesy of RetroTeeVee at Youtube. (Just load the playlist you want and you’re golden for hours.)
Family Affair in particular was a favourite show when I was a kid. I loved Mr. French. We lived in and around Sidney, BC, in the early 70s and one house we lived in was down the road from where Sebastian Cabot lived. That was more exciting than pretty much anything I could imagine at the time. Weird to think that most of the episodes I saw were probably already in reruns by the time I saw them originally.
Life Begins at 41...or maybe 43 
Wow – you lived by Mr. French? Coooool. Did Buffy and Sissy and Jody live nearby too (Who the hell named those kids anyway? And what exactly happened to their mother? Are the two related?) And how do you watch Brady Bunch and Family affair for 3 days without going into a diabetic coma?
Naw, just Mr. French.
Uncle Bill is all three kids’ paternal uncle. Their parents died in a car crash. Buffy, Cissy, and Jody are all nicknames, not birth names.
The key to avoiding diabetic coma is to watch with a slightly jaundiced eye and pick out all the things that would never — could never — happen now. Like the unlocked windows and the window washer who just opened one child’s bedroom windows to talk to the twins on a regular basis. Or the hours-long trek of the twins through the seedier sections of New York City in the dark clutching a $20 bill they’d found and were trying to return — no one they asked lied and said it was theirs, no one robbed them or abducted them, nothing. What I’ve found weird is that it actually wasn’t as sickly sweet as I’d remembered it or expected it to be. I’m really quite enjoying watching it.