McKeever and the Colonel. I always wanted to go to military school when I was a kid.
Oh, well, move the Pepperwinkles right next door to The Addams Family. We’ll be fine.
I wouldn’t mind being the master of Julie Newmar in My Living Doll. As long as she had all (cough) working parts.
Gidget. You’re surrounded by beautiful girls, and you don’t do much of anything except hang out at the beach and soda shop. Yeah they technically go to school but nobody seems to take their studies seriously or even worry about a career path. Plus dad’s well off with a fancy house close to the ocean.
Bewitched would be good. I’d be no Darren-stick-in-the-mud, witchcraft should be used as a tool!
Now you’re talking! Hot diggity!
I’d love to live in the TV world of The Monkees.
But all the fast forward parts would be very, very tiring.
It all depends on who you are. You’re picturing being married to Sam.
What if you were married to Gladys Kravitz?
Abner was a world-weary realist. I can relate to that.
I’d love Rob & Laura Petrie for neighbors.
Life was pretty easy and simple in those sitcoms, I would want to avoid** Get Smart **and the **Honeymooners **though. First means I would be living in a dangerous world where all but the main characters were subject to death and torture. The second, as it was a crappiest living standard of all the DomComs.
**Ghost and Mrs. Muir **seemed like a nice place to live, the little town Gull Cottage was near.
Nanny and the Professor was a University Campus and town.
**I Dream of Jeannie **would probably mean I was working for NASA! That would be a win.
New Rochelle of the Dick Van Dyke show seemed boring, but working in TV with Rob Petry and crew might be fun, then again, the boss would be tough.
Beaver, My 3 Sons, Flying Nun, Andy Griffith Show, Green Acres, and the other rurals all seem unappealing too me though Beverly Hillbillies would probably mean I was a neighbor and thus well off and only had to put up with eccentric but fun neighbors as long as I don’t get on the wrong side of Granny.
For the 70s, far less seem appealing, Taxi, Barney Miller, All in the Family, Good Times, etc. seem not so great. I suppose the **Jeffersons **would mean I had a job that could support living in a very expensive NYC apartment.
Some years ago, Analog had a novella (title and author unfortunately forgotten) where a woman and a man had to time-travel back to 1965 and Save the World by preventing something from happening. Rather than physically going back, though, it was their adult minds that were sent back to temporarily hijack their younger selves (15 for the woman, 14 for the guy). One of the big difficulties in carrying out the mission was how restricted a high-school girl was, especially then. The guy had a little more freedom but more difficulty getting the couple hundred miles to where she was, to say nothing of disappearing for a couple days.
She commented that the good old days aren’t all that great not viewed through rose-colored glasses.
Oh, that sounds like an awesome premise.
Anyone else happen to recall this title? I want to find it.
Me, too – no luck so far…
the question of “would you like to experience the magic of being a child again?” came up elsewhere and one woman pointed it that it would s*ck for her because she would be a little girl in 1960s Ontario when even in the coldest weather they couldn’t wear trousers to school, only dresses.
I pretty much did. My first 11 years were spent in a small (official population: 200) farming community 50 miles (as the crow flies) south of Chicago. Post office, volunteer fire department, lumber company, barber, gas station, grocer, diner, limestone quarry turned swimming hole*. No stop lights and no minorities other than one Puerto Rican family.
*Only the post office and fire department are still open. There is a convenience store in the old lumber company building; I doubt it has anything to do with the original grocers.
… just as primitive as can be.
Being one of the guest stars in Gilligan’s Island would be fun. You know, all those people who could come and go freely and treat the island like a resort destination without the hassle of a resort? Just spend a little while in a tropical paradise, maybe have a romantic subplot with Ginger, and leave.
For a longer stint, I’d want to be in one of the more upscale 1980s or 1990s sitcoms, like The Cosby Show. Absolutely none of the Huxtables’ neighbors were hurting.
Yeah, that’s kind of a problem with all of them.
And even if you are the star, it’s still not all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, genies and astronauts sounds good, but then it turns out that a NASA doctor has nothing better to do than bring his wife to your house to snoop around and the genie gets jealous and possessive and sends you to the Napoleonic Era whenever she feels like it.
Nobody has mention Ozzie and Harriet? Where Ozzie got to stay home and raise the kids? Of course I’d be awful as a bandleader, so no good for me. Or I love Lucy I guess.
Think I’ll cast in my lot with H.R. Pufnstuf. To those up there who said the Monkees and the Addams Family, good call; yes to those too. That about exhausts it for potential living space in the storied Vast Wasteland.