In honor of the release today of Season Two of the Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries on Amazon, I'm devoting this post to teen idols. Anyone else out there remember being glued to the TV on Sunday nights at 7? Back in the pre-remote control days, no one dared get up and change the channel. My sister Mimi and I would have killed anyone who tried.
My first crush was on Davy Jones of the Monkees. Maybe because we were about the same height. Or it could have been the British accent. That was also the year my mom bought me bright yellow, patent leather go-go boots. Between the boots, the little sunglasses that we called "Monkee shades," and my "Monkee shirt" with the double row of buttons, I was cool. At least I thought I was.
After that I moved on to Jack Wild, who was the little runt on H.R. Pufnstuf. Remember that show? That crush only lasted briefly because my fickle heart moved on to more mature things. Like The Partridge Family.
In seventh grade, The Partridge Family was at the height of its popularity and I fell head over heels in love with Keith Partridge, aka David Cassidy.
In school that year, we had an assignment to write our autobiographies, but we had to extend them to the year 2000. In my work of art, I became an actress and starred with David on the Partridge Family. We got married and live happily ever after. Looking back at how David's life turned out after PF, it's probably for the best that it didn't work out between us.
For the next few years there was no one in my life. I became too busy with friends, school, and beer parties on Friday nights at Clare Cook's house when her mother went to bingo.
Everything went along smoothly until that fateful Sunday night when I turned on the TV and there they were. My little heart went thumpety-thump. For the next three seasons, Mimi and I were glued to the set. She liked Joe (Shaun Cassidy), while I went for older, more mature--like myself--brother Frank (Parker Stevenson).
Growing up I read most, if not all, of the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys mysteries. It's probably part of the reason I write crime fiction. I even own a few Nancy Drew books from the 1930's that I found in an antique store. Every time I see books at a flea market, I have to check for more. There's nothing better than reading about Nancy zipping around in her Roadster.
So, who were your idols? Come on, I 'fessed up. I want to hear all your secrets!