Mighty Mouse……..

I have been participating in Suzanne Gunter McClendon‘s Back Where I Come From Challenge and my brain seems stuck in the past…..It has brought back memories (some good, some horrible) that I haven’t thought about in years.  So when I saw the daily prompt of “Mighty” my brain was immediately sucked back to 1959 and Mighty Mouse.

When I was a child my parents did not allow us to watch Saturday morning cartoons.  We had chores to do and helping out around the house was expected.  Television was not for entertainment, it was for education. it wasn’t until after the birth of my baby sister and Mother went back to work that any of us watched cartoons at home.

When we spent the night at a friend’s house we watched as much TV as we could get away with though…and it was after a sleep-over that I saw Mighty Mouse for the first time.

Every cartoon had a theme song, and the one for Mighty Mouse was easily memorized.

I remember coming home from Cynthia Nuckle’s house one Saturday morning singing “here we come to save the day” and having Mother grab me by the arm and shake me.  She wanted to know “what nonsense” had been going on “over there”.  Of course, I froze up and couldn’t speak as she scared me so badly.

Not answering Mother was, to her, the epitome of rudeness and I was sent to the backyard to weed the flower garden.  (Mother’s idea of a horrible punishment)  and I wasn’t allowed to come back inside until the entire bed was finished.  Our flower garden surrounded the chain link fence in back and it took hours to finish.

I finally got done sometime after everyone had finished dinner. and was allowed to come in and clean up. I finally ate a cold dinner and was sent off to bed.

I can’t hear the sound of the Mighty Mouse theme without thinking of being sad, hungry and exhausted.


10 thoughts on “Mighty Mouse……..

  1. I am sitting here in tears, my dear, please allow me to apologize for such strict rearing on your mothers behalf, though I cannot fully explain why, I to,hold the position of your mother dearest. Clearly we as parents get so caught up in the constraints and expectation we exhaust our controls on those closest to us, this I blame of the social imbalances that have come with this modern world, let me challenge you to get some flowers a delicious drink, a gourmet meal of yummy ripe fruit and a fantastic dessert and plant a tree if just in a pot while listening or watching mighty mouse and allow this memory to meta morph into a muse of some sorts,

    as a mother, I love you, and I hope life has wished you well…


    1. thank you for your kind words. I fully know why my Mother was so irrational. At the time I only wanted to please her however I could. I know as an adult there was no way to ever do so. My Mother had narcissistic personality disorder. She was incapable of loving her children, we were only a reflection of her. I forgave her a long time ago, but every now and then something triggers a bad memory. I have discovered if I write of the memory, and how I felt at the time, the feelings subside and eventually go away forever. I think though your suggestion of treating myself and planting while listening to the song might actually be a wonderful way to change the memory into something good! Bless your heart.


  2. I, on the other hand, associate Mighty Mouse with my father, who seems to have learnt the theme song from the radio, and used to sing it to us. That’s a good association, though I never saw the cartoon. I hope your bad memory becomes a good one too – it should now that you have forgiven your mother.

    Btw, my mother and I too were always at loggerheads. As she lives with me most of the year now (she spends a few months with my brother), we have learnt to give each other space. Unfortunately I still react like the brat I used to be whenever we have an argument. It is not that her intentions are bad, but that she is naturally very insensitive and dense, and is incapable of seeing a different point of view. I have to keep reminding myself that, at 88, she isn’t likely to change, and I should just focus on the affection we have for each other and not the grievances of the past or the differences between us.


  3. I’m sorry this happened to you over the Mighty Mouse song. My mama never had a good response to my singing either. She didn’t lay a hand on me for singing, but made comments like, “You couldn’t carry a tune in a tin bucket”… I wonder who could, really? It was just one more thing my little sister could do better than me, in Mama’s opinion.

    Their loss!

    Thank you for sharing this memory with us. Have a blessed weekend.


    1. What astonishes me is that when I received a full college grant for my singing, Mother acted as if she had encouraged me all the time, instead of yelling at me or reacting badly to my singing over the years.


      1. How wonderful that you got a full grant for your singing! That is just great! I think I would have peed my pants if that had ever happened to me. 🙂 I bet you were very ready to get on with college, too, if for no other reason that to be able to leave that home environment. I know I was ready to go!
        Did anybody buy your mothers “I encouraged her” act?

        Have a blessed weekend. 🙂


      2. I don’t think anyone who truly knew her “bought it”. Mother was incredible at gaining friendships that fed her unending desire for attention and praise. Such sychophants never did see her for who she really was.


      3. While in our little girl hearts nothing really takes the place of a mother’s praise and approval, I sure hope that you had others that voiced their pride in you receiving that grant. I think it was a great achievement.


  4. I’d make a new memory. Get, borrow or rent the MIghty Mouse DVD or watch an episode on you-tube while eating a hot warm comforting meal. Or invite people over and have everyone bring over a cartoon DVD and have a Saturday Night Cartoon night.

    My mom was very critical — but I think it was her generation — and what she needed to be to survive the Depression (literally had to go pick plants off the mountain so they wouldn’t starve) and WWII. Her constant criticism was hard to live with up through my 20s. Then I moved away. In my 40s, I let go of the need for her to be something she wasn’t. And I stopped making critical friends (repeating the pattern). I started making friends who were more supportive. And I realized she was being tough because she thought I needed to learn to be tough to survive in this world because of the world she grew up in. Coming back to take care of her in her 80s (she had cancer) in my 50s, wasn’t easy — I gave up a life I loved but needs must. She was still critical but it didn’t bother me. She was her and I was me. She no longer defined me (which drove her just about nuts until she accepted it). Not saying it wasn’t hard at first moving back. I understand she grew up in a different time, a much harsher time and was probably criticized much worse growing up. Generations change and so do memories. So make a good memory. Take back the song. Enjoy the cartoon. “Here you go to save the day.” It’s your life now.


    1. Not so easy to do. I am a survivor of multiple types of abuse. I wish Mother had been only “critical”. She was abusive. Thank you for your comments.


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