About 6… Eastern.
I was four.
My middle brother was about seven and a half.
We tiptoed downstairs; well “tiptoe” as much as little kids can, and turned on the old RCA. The first show was agricultural. I guess since Mom had grown up on a farm, and Dad in the wilderness, a program about farms and big farm equipment was the main attraction. Oh, and being about something and somewhere other than the New York City area. Though our two story white house, and what eventually became close to an acre “spread,” looked over the scenic yet massively polluted Hudson, it was far less than we desired.
Huh?
Let me explain. Our father, Bill Carman, had filled us with stories of how woodland life in the Adirondacks was magical and city life something to be loathed. I suppose that’s why we found even a show about farm life comforting compared to our slightly better than average NYC version of suburbia: late 1950s; early 60s.
After the tractors all tractored, and the barns slowly seemed to back away because the cameraman had pulled back; credits for the “Ag” program rolled. Then there was the sound of a galloping horse punctuated by frenetic and shaky music, announcing the arrival of a thoughtful and wise rabbit in shining armor carrying a lance. On some of the sites I haunt, net-wise, you will find a picture of that hare stuck in a contemplative moment next to my name. I wonder some days if I can ever live up to his legacy or the men and women who created him, or gave voice to him, Rags and all his “children.” His name: Crusader Rabbit… and his buddy was Rags: the classic smart straight man partnered with a hilarious dunce who unwittingly delivers punch line after punch line. This formula has worked well for practically every Jay Ward Production and inspired both Animaniacs, where everyone but our heroes were dull knives in the drawer of life, and Peter in Family Guy. Peter, who is his own far less than brainy sidekick; is surrounded by his brilliant baby Stewie, quite smart and tolerant wife Lois and wise, yet wise guy, dog; Brian. Brian Griffin: this generation’s Mr. Peabody; the creative progeny of the only dog to ever have a pet boy.
This is the story of how a rather Conservative gentleman named Jay and a peace activist named Bill made animation history while inspiring generations of entertainers, writers and animators. If only our partisans these days could work together so well.

Tue, Jan 6, 2009
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