Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Saturday Night 1964

1964, Saturday night, 7 p.m. 
Mom has prepared meatloaf, scalloped corn and baked potatoes.
We are okay with this, sitting behind our TV trays
In the living room, waiting for Lawrence Welk to come on

Surrounded by wallpaper of giant green philodendron vines.
We are impatiently waiting for our favorite TV show.
So we can see the fabulous Lennon Sisters.
We have their paper dolls, don’t we?

“And now a word from our sponsor”. 
But it is more than one word.
It is “see the USA in a Chevrolet”
and then it is “Plop Plop Fizz Fizz Oh What a Relief it is!”

Suddenly a Spaghettio  commercial comes on.
“Mom! Can we have Spaghettios next Saturday?”
We say this in unison, not understanding 
We just insulted the dinner she had spent an hour preparing.

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Juliet Ligon November 21, 2020 at 8:02 PM This was before my time, but I do remember the tv trays we used and spaghetti o's we looked forward to. You painted the picture well of a past era, and told an interesting story that shows the little changes in family dynamics over preprepared meals. Caren Krutsinger November 22, 2020 at 2:43 PM Thank you so much Juliet.

Gershon Wolf November 21, 2020 at 5:46 PM I declare you young ones innocent of any crime here. I can just picture the whole scene. Sweet nostalgia, Caren. Thanks, gw Caren Krutsinger November 22, 2020 at 2:43 PM I still like Spaghettios with those tiny little meatballs that are made of who-knows-what.