by JanieM
Taking off from lj’s thread, I confess to some bemusement at the worry people express these days over children’s screen time. It’s not like screen time is new; we watched TV all the time when I was a kid. I could sit here all day listing the sitcoms and cartoons and TV dramas we tuned into faithfully every week, or in some cases every day.
Walt Disney was the source of some of both: The Wonderful World of Color on Sunday evenings, and The Mickey Mouse Club every weekday afternoon. Disney offerings were so pervasive that I was pretty sure the world would end if Walt Disney ever died.
I was lucky enough to visit Disneyland in 1961, at the age of 11, and I was dazzled beyond measure. I went again in 1972, by which time the world had changed, or I had changed, or both. I was just out of college, with a world view turned upside down. In the soldiers’ graveyard in Frontierland I saw a gravestone for a brave lieutenant etched with the inscription, “He died fighting for the right.”
"The right," of course, was not the political right (as we might read it carelessly today), but the “moral” right – i.e., the killing of Native Americans to further the cause of stealing their land. My view of Disney was changed forever.
Although it’s not all that much bigger than the fort in Frontierland, the picture below shows not a fake fort in an amusement park but a refurbished real fort (now a museum): Fort Western in Augusta, Maine, where I go now and then with a camera to explore the geometry of stockades, rooftops, and sometimes piles of snow.
Bigger version of the picture, at Flickr.
Open thread.
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