As a child of the 2000s I don’t remember him. But I feel like I actually have seen him before. Did he have his own tv show that was brilliant, or endearing?
Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood was(… I dunno, reincarnated?) into a horrible show called Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. I could just think it’s bad because my sister liked it, but whatever.
This brings a little tear to my eye. I saw the documentary film about Fred Rogers when it came out and it was the most warm and wholesome thing I’ve ever seen on a movie screen. And the thing that just floors me is that I have yet to hear of any skeletons in his closet, which seems like some kind of divine intervention miracle in these days, where every single person anyone has ever heard of has about 50 books written about them explaining how they were a horrible human being in all actuality. Increasingly, it feels like the most impressive thing about Mr. Rogers is that he *WASN’T* a bad person and in fact, all indications are that he was as thoroughly wholesome a man as he appeared to be.
I wish we had people like that in public life. Everyone being a scoundrel with dirty secrets really wears you down.
I feel like though Daniel Tiger’s neighborhood CANNOT compare to Mr. Rogers (I watched the movie too, and went through several boxes of tissues), it’s raised a lot of children, and it’s certainly not the worst show on PBS Kids. But Mr. Rogers raised a lot of children too, and the way he died (stomach cancer!) really sucked. He was 74, and could’ve lasted a few more years, but STOMACH CANCER! Come on, man!
I can’t keep writing. I’m gonna cry.
A wonderful tribute
As a child of the 2000s I don’t remember him. But I feel like I actually have seen him before. Did he have his own tv show that was brilliant, or endearing?
YouTube. Your computer. Go.
He revolutionized child education and entertainment. I watched his show all the time. I was a child of the 80’s myself.
Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood was(… I dunno, reincarnated?) into a horrible show called Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. I could just think it’s bad because my sister liked it, but whatever.
I liked it ….. WHEN I WAS IN KINDERGARTEN. (DANIEL TIGER ,I MEAN.)
Millie’s mom had blue hair back than too? Jezz
2003-30=1973. Yes, the kids were dying their hair wild colors then.
Or maybe her hair color is naturally blue for some reason.
A little bit of trivia: Fred Rogers was an ordained Methodist Minister
If most people in this universe don’t wear shoes, what does he take off at the start of every episode?
If memory Serves, it was a sweater vest, or something like that. I know he switched out one at the start of every episode
I was too old even in 1973.
My show was Captain Kangaroo.
“When the circus comes to town
I love to see the clown,
But the bear on the ball
With the parasol
I love him most of all!” 🙂
Mine was the Mouseketters; on a neighbor’s set.
This brings a little tear to my eye. I saw the documentary film about Fred Rogers when it came out and it was the most warm and wholesome thing I’ve ever seen on a movie screen. And the thing that just floors me is that I have yet to hear of any skeletons in his closet, which seems like some kind of divine intervention miracle in these days, where every single person anyone has ever heard of has about 50 books written about them explaining how they were a horrible human being in all actuality. Increasingly, it feels like the most impressive thing about Mr. Rogers is that he *WASN’T* a bad person and in fact, all indications are that he was as thoroughly wholesome a man as he appeared to be.
I wish we had people like that in public life. Everyone being a scoundrel with dirty secrets really wears you down.
Mr. Rogers was AWESOME
I feel like though Daniel Tiger’s neighborhood CANNOT compare to Mr. Rogers (I watched the movie too, and went through several boxes of tissues), it’s raised a lot of children, and it’s certainly not the worst show on PBS Kids. But Mr. Rogers raised a lot of children too, and the way he died (stomach cancer!) really sucked. He was 74, and could’ve lasted a few more years, but STOMACH CANCER! Come on, man!
I can’t keep writing. I’m gonna cry.