I was completely obsessed with the Little Rascals when I was a kid. Most kids in the 70s and 80s were watching the Electric Company, Three’s Company, The Facts of Life, Different Strokes, What’s Happenin’, and sure, I liked them. But to me, the Little Rascals defined the world.
A child watching children from another era was revelatory to me. Seeing their lives against the setting of mine was surreal. Heralded as “realism,” I thought the Little Rascals were as far out, other-worldly and spiritually enriching as things could be at the same time.
Spanky was my hero, and gave me much of my education in how to grow up, how to balance exuberance and mischief with a helping hand and a concerned heart, how to see through scams and lies and how to cheer for your friends. And no one, I mean no one, sang like Spanky and Darla. Limburger cheese sandwiches. Soap sandwiches. Blowing bubbles.
The theme song to the Little Rascals plays in my head at least once a day. Usually it is at the end of the day, as if to close things off and put them away. Until another day. When it will play again.
Thank you, Little Rascals. And thanks for putting out this series of DVDs. This is a good world.
