OK, Google shows that a fair number of people also remember the good Major, so I suppose it’s no surprise. But it’s still one of those names that made me laugh out loud when I read it in the “Pierced” column of the weekly Globe magazine this week. I don’t even know clearly what the full memory of the old Muddster was, but it was a happy one, one of those childhood essences of the golden old days.
Several sites have general info (disappointingly not as detailed as I’d like to see) on the whole raft of shows from that era, ones that I every now and then mention to my friends, most of whom go “Huh?” at me. At least all of those who didn’t grow up around here. It’s kind of like my standby question to see how long someone’s actually lived in eastern MA. “Where do you get if you turn left on Spitbrook, right on Daniel Webster?”
If you know the answer, then congratulations, you used to live in MA (or NH) a loooong time ago, just like me.
I grew up in Canton MA and was on the Major Mudd show around 1966-67. I remember being shocked to discover the set was plywood and not a real spaceship. The troublesome airlock door was actually a stage hand wiggling the door. I didn’t tell anyone at school I was on the show but when it aired and they saw me, I became an instant celebrity of the third grade. Too bad they don’t have TV shows where kids can participate anymore.