Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman

As the child of a single mother, there weren't many shows that I was allowed to watch. I wasn't even permitted to listen to John Denver's Thank God, I'm a Country Boy -  it took the Lord's name in vain. But even though I didn't spend hours glued in in front of our black and white Zenith it's amazing what imprinted on me.

Gabby arrived this evening and cuddled up with Kenner Blythe as the trip from London (Ontario) had been long and arduous and she just wanted to hang out with the girls. It's a Blythe Sleep Over! I took this photo -  but when I pulled it up for editing, it suddenly reminded me of something else...  Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman - a TV sitcom that ran from 1976-1978.

Cathy Shumway: You know, isn't it ironic - that if one of us had to get it, it's a miracle it was you.

Mary Hartman: I know, I must have been born under an unlucky star. You know I have filled out entry blanks for every single drawing in the supermarket for the last twelve years, and the only thing I ever won was a coupon for a small little jar of tomato paste. But they were out of tomato paste, and by the time they got more in, my coupon had expired. And now I have venereal disease.

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