I say again: Nickelodeon.
Ask anyone you meet if they've heard of Nickelodeon and you will hear a resounding yes. But that word, that name, it's so odd. We name our items, places, ideas after other things from history more often than not. We pick family names for our children. We name estates after the people who built them. But where in tarnation did a name like Nickelodeon come from??
Uh oh. Lizzie has a thought. Lizzie's gonna blog about it. What could it be this time? Keep reading to find out!
23 July 2019
LeVar Burton Is Not Allowed To Die
This morning, I was explaining to my son the amazing LeVar Burton. And ... oh my.
You see, growing up on the farm, in white German farmer territory, everyone looked like me. Everyone was white. Even my elementary school was filled with white students and teachers. The rare Asian kids in school were children with white adoptive parents. Oh my Lord, the hoopla when the completely Jewish family moved into the Gar Creek community! I didn’t understand the problem. Eliyahu was cute.
My introduction to diversity was found down on Sesame Street and through the Reading Rainbow. Before then, the old westerns told me that dark skinned people were servants or slaves, ‘dumb’ injuns, or just plain worthless. Something just rankled me deep inside about that.
You see, growing up on the farm, in white German farmer territory, everyone looked like me. Everyone was white. Even my elementary school was filled with white students and teachers. The rare Asian kids in school were children with white adoptive parents. Oh my Lord, the hoopla when the completely Jewish family moved into the Gar Creek community! I didn’t understand the problem. Eliyahu was cute.
My introduction to diversity was found down on Sesame Street and through the Reading Rainbow. Before then, the old westerns told me that dark skinned people were servants or slaves, ‘dumb’ injuns, or just plain worthless. Something just rankled me deep inside about that.
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