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4495 clicks; posted to Main » on 27 Feb 2003 at 12:11 PM (13 years ago)   |   Favorite    |   share:  Share on Twitter share via Email Share on Facebook   more»

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2003-02-27 10:21:49 AM  
Wait a minute,... Mr. Rogers died?

Why hasn't anyone posted a story about this yet?!
2003-02-27 11:59:01 AM  
It truly is a sad day in the neighborhood. I grew up watching his show.
2003-02-27 12:15:20 PM  
Mr Rogers was a fantastic Christian example for children everywhere. His example has helped shape the lives of countless children. Rest in Peace, Fred...enjoy the reward you so richly deserve.
2003-02-27 12:17:02 PM  
In honor of Mister Fred Rogers, I will be wearing only a sweater and tennis shoes at work today.
2003-02-27 12:22:31 PM  
Here is another nice piece from Esquire by Tom Junod, a writer who did a feature on Fred Rogers some years ago, and maintained a friendship with him after that.
2003-02-27 12:25:24 PM  
*tears welling up* Sad
2003-02-27 12:28:54 PM  
Sweater! I don't even know her!

but seriously, RIP Fred. :(
2003-02-27 12:29:22 PM  
Well I can't hear the comments made . They don't seem to play in Real Player even with the plug in. :(
2003-02-27 12:34:42 PM  
fred's out
2003-02-27 12:48:53 PM  
I always found it remarkable that in this fast-paced/disposable/laugh-a-minute world we live in, that Mr. Rogers maintained the same formula for his show throughout it's entire duration. It didn't need slapstick or fart jokes to be entertaining to children. It had an intimacy and interaction to it that still can't be achieved by even the best of children's programming or software. Everytime Mr. Rogers was on, I felt like I was in his house and he was talking to me, telling me a story, singing me a song, showing me that traffic light he ripped off. Even though I never met the man I still feel like a part of me has died today. I hope that an afterlife exists, so that Mr. Rogers can reap the benefits of a life of gentle kindness.
2003-02-27 12:49:52 PM  
How is it that this story has only 9 comments, while some stupid crap like "Monster Cheeto returns to ebay" has 184 comments.

I miss Mr. Rogers already.
2003-02-27 12:58:28 PM  
They're is another Mr. Rogers thread further down with 500 comments.
2003-02-27 01:01:46 PM  
Doh, my bad. Sorry.
2003-02-27 01:06:24 PM  
the scary thing is about a week ago I checked to see if he was still alive...
2003-02-27 01:12:07 PM  
Mr. Rogers ruled!
And NPR totally rules!
2003-02-27 01:16:26 PM  
Sorry, but this guy's an ass.

I love Mr Rogers, and I love public radio (the kind I'm used to at least), but listening to this guy, I feel like I'm finally let in on the joke with the VCPR hosts in Vice City.
2003-02-27 01:18:56 PM  
What Rogue7 said.
2003-02-27 01:32:56 PM  
I'm told he was a sniper ih the Vietnam war.
2003-02-27 01:32:57 PM  
Here is a better remeberence of Mr Rogers.

I will always love Mr. Rogers.

2003-02-27 01:50:49 PM  

Check out this link.
2003-02-27 01:51:09 PM  
I loved Mr. Rogers, his show was fantastic and I later figured out I liked him so much because I never felt he talked down to kids (as I so happened to be at the time). He was a truly kind and caring human being, and will be greatly missed.
2003-02-27 01:56:52 PM  
Trippy! Yesterday morning, while watching him with our 3 yr old, my wife and I were just talking about how much we loved Mr Rogers when we were little.

Peace Mr Rogers.
2003-02-27 02:10:02 PM  
Here's a quote from an Esquire magazine article about his passing:
Fred Rogers woke up every morning at five o'clock and prayed for nearly two hours for people he loved. He loved so many people
If only we could be as good.
2003-02-27 02:16:40 PM  
Sad thing is I don't think there is anyone that can step forward in this day and age to hold a place as Fred Rogers did.

Any future childrens television educators would be hammered by the ultra-religious and the ultra-liberal stating and complaining "he isn't gay/multi-ethinic enough" or "he isn't christian enough"... Pretty farkin sad. :(

Oh well I guess it falls on our shoulders to raise our children now, instead of television.

Mr. Rogers made an awesome surrogate father. He'll will be in my prayers tonight.
2003-02-27 02:52:10 PM  
This was from a story I had began writing some time ago, in particular about Mister Rogers influence on me as a young child. Sorry for the length. Might get cut off.

I was born (special thanks to Mom and Dad) in Anaheim California. I have only a handful of memories from that time of my life. Well, slightly more than a handful. More like a small bucket full. Not that the small bucket is entirely full, it just holds a bit more than my hands can.


As I was saying, just a few memories remain of living my first few years in California. A tire swing in the front of the cozy apartment building we lived in. My grandparents on my mothers side who lived across a field behind our apartment. My evil brother trying to feed me to a large spider. The 2 girls who lived across the street from us. That Bastard Noonie Evans, who threw a spoon at me and cut my lip open. Trying to buy a sundae from the Ice Cream guy with a wheel from one of my toy cannons. My evil brother teaching me the finer points and proper use of expletives. My parents not being amused by this. My Grandmother even less so (My Grandfather, on the other hand, found my interest in the gutter vernacular to be a great source of entertainment). Ah. Such a happy, carefree time.

My earliest memory, although diluted by time, was a wonderful glimpse into the human condition through that magical window of insight. The television. It was 1970, I was 3, and I was first exposed to the fantastic world of Mister Rogers. I had found God, and God said it was a 'Beautiful Day'. He spoke to me. Fred and Mister Trolley took me to worlds I could never conceive of until later in life with the use of chemicals. He made me see things. He made me DO things. At least, it was a good excuse at the time. "Mister Rogers made me do it!" I would exclaim when I had erred, much to the dismay of my parents. On one such 'err', I picked up the ringing-talky thingy (telephone) and spun the circley circle a whole bunch of times.

I listened. I giggled. I found delight.

"hee hee."
"ha ha ha"
Ring Ring
"Hee hee hee ha ha"
"Mush Mushi!" a voice said from inside the ringing-talky thing.
"Yeah?" I replied.
A pause followed.
"Mush Mushi?" the voice said again.
I had to speak to Mister Rogers. I demanded to do so, and just for good measure I added my newest, favorite word from my vocabulary.
"Where's Mister Rogers! fark fark?"
From the other end, Silence. Then-
"(gibberish-gibberish-gibberish) Rogers (Gibberish-more gibberish-and yet more gibberish) fark-fark!!!"

I had made a friend. Wait till I told Mom!!!
I called back. Well, I spun the circley-circle thingy until I was thoroughly satisfied, anyway.
"Good afternoon," a woman said. "London Bank. How may I direct your call?"
Wow! Another new friend. What luck I was in. But, I couldn't dally with my new acquaintances, for my search for Mister Rogers was in full swing. Truth be told, I was getting desperate.
"Mister Rogers!" I pleadingly whined. Or, whiningly pleaded. You get the picture.
"Of course," she replied. "One moment please."
My new friends sure did talk funny.
"Personnel, Rogers speaking." A gruff voice spoke.

I was confused! This didn't sound at all like the Mister Rogers from the magical picture box who would take me on fantastic journeys to make believe land!! The Fraud! The Deceiver!
"Rogers?!" I demanded.
There was a short pause. "Yes?"
By Hell! Who did this imposter thing he was fooling! I was determined to expose him, to publicly humiliate him. I knew just how to do it, too.
"Ding-Ding Trolley!" I yelled
"Trolley... I... Who are you? Are you following me?" he asked.
"Trolley! Trolley to King Friday!" I nearly screamed.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" the now humbled poser asked.
I had him! He was mine. Time for the coup de grace.
"Lady Elaine? Museum? Merry go round?" I asked slyly.
I heard a sob from my defeated foe.
"Yes. Yes. It's all true. Did my wife hire you to follow me? Please, don't tell her. I'll pay you anything! Anything! Anyway, I've broken it off with Elaine. I swear! No more Friday 'merry-go-rounds', as you call it, in the museum after the Kings pub."
The pathetic bastard. His sort didn't deserve to walk among decent human beings. In disgust, I made my exodus.
"You... fark-fark." I growled, then hung up the ringing-talkey.
Triumphant, I returned to the magic picture box, and awaited further instructions from Lord Rogers.
2003-02-27 03:00:30 PM

Talking with children about Fred Rogers' death

You know your child best. It's up to you to judge how much or how little your child needs to be told...or if your child needs to know at all.

Find out what your child knows, has heard, or imagines. Some children may ask, "Who killed him?" Killings are so prominent in the news that they may naturally become linked to any death.

Thank God I don't have kids! Because if my kid asked "Who killed him?", I'd have to say Bert from Sesame street did. ;-]
2003-02-27 03:23:08 PM  
Hey great idea Fink!

Lets find out when the services are and spread the word to wear sweaters and tennis shoes that day!

Anyone with me?
2003-02-27 05:56:02 PM  
If the word saint still has any meaning in our language, I don't think there's a better example of one than Mr. Rogers. Patient and kind. Strictly on the level. Guileless. Never seeking personal attention or glory. Never a mean or spiteful word spoken.

How many people in today's world could claim even half the virtues of this dearly departed man?

I weep not only for Mr Rogers, but for our future that has noone like him in it.
2003-02-27 07:07:55 PM  
I alway wanted to
Have a neighbor
Just like you

"What would Jesus do?"
Be Mister Rogers.
2003-02-27 08:20:14 PM  
It's a nice story, but there's no truth to the rumor that Rogers was a sniper in Vietnam.
2003-02-27 11:11:03 PM  
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2003-02-27 11:58:28 PM  
Whiskeymojo.....that was hysterical. LMFAO.
Yeah, like practically everyone on here, I watched Mr. Rogers every day when I was little. He was a great man. the perfect example of a Christian someone who used God and the teachings of the Bible as a guide and way of explaining things, as opposed to a Jesus Freak, like Jerry FAllwell, or others that use religion as an excuse to be arrogant and cram moralism down everyone's throats. He will be missed.
2003-02-28 08:00:13 AM  
NPR is replaying an interview he did with Terry Gross on Fresh Air tonight at 7:00 PM CST. Listen if you aren't emotionally exhausted and/or burned-out on this, and let his calming, melodious voice soothe you baby, yeah, and feel like a "special" child again.
2003-02-28 06:02:24 PM  
2003-02-28 07:19:58 PM  
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