Some Yahoo posts about Fred Rogers:
Another of my childhood heroes has died. Fred Rogers, as in the guy with the neighborhood, died of stomach cancer yesterday.
You know, there are certain people, particularly those who were influential on my early childhood (and beyond, in most cases), who I just think should not die. This proves to me that I am not God. I wouldn't let Mr. Rogers or Dr. Seuss or Jim Henson or Mr. Hooper or Shel Silverstein or Edward Gorey (yeah, I was a strange child--are you surprised?) die or even become decrepit. I think pretty much the only ones who come to mind that are left are Maurice Sendak and Captain Kangaroo. I hope they continue to live long, happy lives.
I cannot successfully list all the great things Mr. Rogers did for me as a child, much less anyone else. Whether it was simply changing from the jacket and dress shoes to a brightly-colored cardigan and blue Keds or the Trolley or the Land of Make-Believe or Picture Picture, which showed me a lot about how everyday objects are made, or feeding the fish or meeting with friends in the neighborhood (I saw Mr. McFeely, out of uniform, on CNN this morning, which made it hard for me to do anything but sit and watch him talk about Mr. Rogers) or learning neat little crafts. His gifts were virtually endless, and I have so many fond memories from watching his show.
Rest in peace, Mr. Rogers, and thank you.
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Mr. Rogers was a kind and decent man who devoted his life to children, giving them a chance to grow a little before they were forced to face the ugly realities of life.
Despite being the brunt of countless jokes and false innuendo about his sexuality, he never waivered from his devotion.
The world lost a great man today, he won't be replaced.
Thank you Mr. Rogers, from me too!
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He will be missed! |
