When I was growing up in the 1950s and 1960s, television shaped my view of the world.
Lassie would rescue Timmy and his friends. We sympathized with his mother Ruth, played by June Lockhart, as we saw her worried face and waited for Lassie to come home.
Lassie always came home.
We watched shows like “My Three Sons,” “Andy Griffith,” “Leave it to Beaver,” “Donna Reed” and “Father Knows Best,” and observed the parents’ steadfast love as they imparted life lessons for their children.
The parents never yelled. Every show ended with everyone smiling.
My best friend Beth and I couldn’t wait till recess to describe the scenes which made us laugh after seeing the “Dick Van Dyke Show” or the antics of Tim Conway on the “Carol Burnett Show.”
Today, I realize that I didn’t see many faces of color on my screen.