But I agree with the sentiments in this picture.
Andy Griffith was not just funny, it was hilarious. It was not just family-friendly, it was squeaky-clean (well, except for the moonshiners!). I am still convinced it was the best show that has ever graced the small screen (well, the black and white episodes before Barney left). The first season’s Christmas episode is unquestioned brilliance.
I remember an episode where a hard-driving businessman breaks down and can’t get a part for his car. He is frustrated with Mayberry and its small-town ways. On Sunday afternoon, Andy and Barney did their little routine – sitting on the porch strumming a guitar. This nearly blew the man’s mind. But eventually, he grew to love the slow pace.
What a metaphor for our modern world.
I know there are a lot of you young-whippersnapper types out there. But when us old folks talk about how good the good-old-days were, you should watch Andy Griffith before you completely write us off!
RIP, Andy.
I love that episode, DAVID
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWtiqI8d1v4
” . . . you people are living in another world! ”
(sigh)
Opie got to do “adventure sleeping” (on the ironing board)
great ending!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=S_B61gar57c
My earliest memories were or WW2, followed by grade school & high school. I walked 6 blocks to grade school, including home & back for lunch. We played baseball in the streets, walked to high school football games on foot, bought nickel candy at the corner store, had bike tires patched at Stark Bros Cities’ Service and dad paid for it next time he bought gas (when they also cleaned the windshield and checked the oil), and a whole lot of other stuff I’d gladly trade some of the chrome & glass for. Including the fact that I do not recall, ever, a kid that was a criminal.
I was a criminal. About age four I stole a roll of what I remember as spearmint Life Savers at a grocery store. My mom took me back, walked me in, found the manager and made me apologize. On the car ride home she further explained that my uncle was a grocery store manager and stealing from ANY grocery store was like stealing from my uncle, my aunt (dad’s younger sister) and their daughters.
Never…did…it…again…but I was a criminal…once.
Admit it: sounds like a plot from the Andy Griffith show.
We cannot turn back the clock. We must live out our lives in the context of our own day….what is the Christian response we will each give accordingly?
Charley, I agree with you. As much as we would like to go back to the good old days, we must live in our present world and live our lives so that when we leave, those that knew us say, they were Christians and our legacy moves on to the next generation.
CHARLEY and PEGGY,
you seem so young at heart with your whole lives ahead of you,
and you both remind me to understand the importance of living in the moment and (what is that phrase everyone uses these days ?) :
‘moving forward’, so ‘thank you’ for the good reminder.
It’s true, not everyone experiences ‘time’ in the same way.
Some of us are more in tune with the transcendent thinkers of our world . . . and some of us suspect that our ‘nows’ are merely a series of ‘moments that touch eternity’.
The poet Henry Vaughan saw time differently, like this:
” I SAW ETERNITY THE OTHER NIGHT
LIKE A RING OF PURE AND ENDLESS LIGHT . . .
All calm, as it was bright ;
And round beneath it,
Time in hours, days, years
Driv’n by the spheres
Like a vast shadow mov’d ;
in which the world
And all her train were hurl’d.” (Henry Vaughan)
The future? Well, que sera, sera.
At least not all of us old timers think like this:
“The future ain’t what it used to be.” (Yogi Berra)
And there is clock time and kyros.
My favorite episode is the Citizens arrest of Barney by Gomer and I am only 30. Thankfully I watched lots of Andy growing up along with Matlock.
I never missed an episode of Matlock even though I knew Ben Matlock would get the accused off and solve the murder. Now that is an attorney!
Yeah.
“Citizen’s Arrest”…”Checkpoint Chickie”… The Good Time Girls….
Funny, how I wound up spending most of my life in the Andy Griffith state. My wife and I were married on Sept.5,1969 in Kentucky and came to North Carolina for our honey moon (Nags Head). On the way back home we went upon Pilot Mountain (which was privately owned then and one could go upon the knob), where I took a picture of my bride. Then we wound up pastoring for 11 years between Moncure and Pittsboro, about 18 miles east of Siler City where Aunt Bea (the actress who portrayed Aunt Bea, that is) retired, and we knew people who knew her. Later, we lived in Lincolnton, where I met a fellow who had played Basketball with Andy in a school yard at Mount Airy. Life is a funny thing. The Aunt Bea actress chose Silar City as the one town most like Mayberry, and then was disappointed to find that it wasn’t quite like the Mayberry of imagination on television. I can look back over a life of 71 years and see many things that reflect some of what was caught in the imaginary Mayberry that reflected the South from North Carolina to Arkansas and further West. I remember walking through the country side along dirt and gravel roads in Florida in ’59 around two or three 0’Clock in the morning and stopping at several houses to locate someone, something I would not attempt in most of the South today.