I must be a woman of a certain age. I knew it was a Partridge Family song even before the video loaded just because of the "Tracy with a tamborine". So what if the music is a little cheesy? It always makes me smile.
Was there any year better for kid's TV than 1970? Nanny and the Professor, The Brady Bunch and The Partridge Family. They have more choices now, but the magic is gone.
Let me tell you a little something about Tracy, Miss Correspondent. When I was in HS, our sex-ed class to watch a movie of a teenager-ish girl actually giving birth to scare us straight (it worked -- even with the cool girls -- not so much an issue for us members of the Math Team, but stuck in my memory anway and has probably had ramifications in my marriage). Anyway, we all limped away from the movie convinced that Screaming Teen Mom, although not credited, was actually Tracy Partridge. America's Sweetheart all grown up and an object lesson to terrified ninth graders. So there you go.
Thanks for destroying my dream, Carol. What will you do for an encore - stop by and inform my children there is no Santa Claus?
No matter - I will persist in clinging to my illusions of tambourine grandeur, tarnished as they might be by the thought of innocent little Tracy screaming labor-induced obscenities. You are just insanely jealous of my childlike innocence, you jaded Math Team member, you...
Well, you made my Friday. Now I'll be singing that too.
ReplyDeleteI must be a woman of a certain age. I knew it was a Partridge Family song even before the video loaded just because of the "Tracy with a tamborine". So what if the music is a little cheesy? It always makes me smile.
ReplyDeleteDanny was always my favourite. Although I am yet to be convinced the manager man wasn't actually he is dad.
ReplyDeleteI just wanted a bus exactly like that! It was much cooler than the old Impala station wagon that my family drove.
ReplyDeleteWas there any year better for kid's TV than 1970? Nanny and the Professor, The Brady Bunch and The Partridge Family. They have more choices now, but the magic is gone.
ReplyDeleteA local TV station just recently started showing reruns of this show, I hadn't seen it since I was a kid.
ReplyDeleteLet me tell you a little something about Tracy, Miss Correspondent. When I was in HS, our sex-ed class to watch a movie of a teenager-ish girl actually giving birth to scare us straight (it worked -- even with the cool girls -- not so much an issue for us members of the Math Team, but stuck in my memory anway and has probably had ramifications in my marriage). Anyway, we all limped away from the movie convinced that Screaming Teen Mom, although not credited, was actually Tracy Partridge. America's Sweetheart all grown up and an object lesson to terrified ninth graders. So there you go.
ReplyDeleteThanks for destroying my dream, Carol. What will you do for an encore - stop by and inform my children there is no Santa Claus?
ReplyDeleteNo matter - I will persist in clinging to my illusions of tambourine grandeur, tarnished as they might be by the thought of innocent little Tracy screaming labor-induced obscenities. You are just insanely jealous of my childlike innocence, you jaded Math Team member, you...
I hadn't thought of that in so long... Wow, memories! Thank you!
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