Who’s the Leader of the Club?

When we boomers ran home after school and turned on the TV, we knew all the lyrics to the opening song of one of our favorite TV shows, and it was all about M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E! Of the many TV shows associated with early boomer times, The Mickey Mouse Club is among those remembered with great fondness.

Walt Disney opened his California Disneyland theme park on July 17, 1955. As a way of gaining further exposure for the park, he conceived of The Mickey Mouse Club as a companion TV show, to air alongside Disney’s Wonderful World of Color. This time, however, the show would be designed for kids, and to be broadcast in an after-school time slot. The first show aired on ABC on October 3, 1955. Right from the start, merchandising was a big part of the show’s branding. Like Davy Crockett before it, The Mickey Mouse Club gave us our own “club hat” to don when the show appeared on our TV screens. Can anyone — to this day — think about Disneyland or The Mickey Mouse Club without the ubiquitous mouse-eared hat?

In the beginning, Walt asked that the kids on the show be regular kids instead of professional entertainers and actors; that idea was quickly shelved, and the first cast of Mouseketeers was formed. Among the first batch of talented kids who would perform on the show was Annette Funicello. Born in 1942, she fit the profile Disney was looking for: under the age of fourteen and exhibiting a talent for singing and dancing. She was already a veteran performer, and quickly became a favorite of Walt Disney. Under contract with Walt, she went on to appear in numerous Disney films and TV shows such as Zorro, then starred in a series of “beach” movies in the 1960s with Frankie Avalon. She even released hit songs. In the mid-70s, she became the spokeswoman for Skippy Peanut Butter. Her career was underway at age 10, but skyrocketed due to her appearances on The Mickey Mouse Club.


Reruns of the show, and half-hour edited versions of the original show, were broadcast in the early 1960s.

Annette was one of the prime child stars of The Mickey Mouse Club. As such, she was part of the Red Team, which got the most air time. (The show created Red, White and Blue teams.) White and Blue Mouseketeers didn’t get to appear in the famous roll call segment, but rather attended live location appearances and filled roles in the filmed serials created for the show. Among the Mouseketeers in the second string were Don Grady, who later went on the star in the popular My Three Sons TV series; Tim Considine, a regular actor in Disney movies for years; and Johnny Crawford, who became a TV star in his own right on The Rifleman with Chuck Conners.

The Mickey Mouse Club was conceived as a variety show for kids. It had song and dance routines performed by the Mouseketeers, serials, news and a cartoon. Of course, Mickey Mouse was featured prominently in every episode. At the end of each show, the theme song was slowed down and once again, we could sing along at home: Now it’s time to say good-bye, to all our com-pan-y. M-I-C … see you real soon! K-E-Y … why? because we like you! M-O-U-S-E!

After being cancelled in 1959 due to budgetary and contract issues with ABC, The show was revived in the 1970s with a more diverse cast of Mouseketeers. Among the child stars from that incarnation who went on to greater fame was Lisa Whelchel, who later starred in The Facts of Life. Though not a Mouseketeer, Kurt Russell was signed to a long-term contract in 1960 by Walt Disney himself. He was considered the top star of Disney films through the 1970s. It is part of the Disney legend that Russell’s name was the last thing Disney wrote before he died.

The show proved to be the launching pad for the greatest number of child actors when it was revived once again in the 1990s. By this time, the format had been altered to more resemble Saturday Night Live than the original variety show theme. But what is most remembered from that era are the Mouseketeers who have became household names: Christina Aguilera, Justin Timberlake, JC Chasez, Britney Spears, Keri Russell and Ryan Gosling have succeeded beyond the wildest dreams of boomer-era Mouseketeers.

There aren’t many shows that can stake their nostalgic claim for three generations of kids. The Mickey Mouse Club will forever cast a round-eared shadow on children’s TV for years to come.

What is your recollection of The Mickey Mouse Club, boomers?

Boomers Visit the Jolly Old Man in the Red Suit

For our parents, Christmas was the best of times. The War was sitting in the rearview mirror, consumer spending was up and the Baby Boom was under way. Suburbia went from an idea to an even bigger idea: the Promised Land of home ownership where children could play and grow, and adults could enjoy an after-work cocktail, barbecue and drive to their hearts’ content. So it seems no mystery at all that our parents would take genuine joy in the boomer-era Christmas season and further the tradition of a visit to Santa to heretofore unseen heights. And most of those visits were to department store Santas.

Department stores had been around for more than a century before baby boomers, of course. Independent stores started to proliferate in greater numbers in the early 1800s as the population of cities grew along with their industries. Yet the story of department store Santas actually began in the late 1800s. Depending on which source you want to believe, the first department store to employ a Santa was either Macy’s in New York City (in 1862) or The Boston Store in Brockton, Massachusetts (1890). The argument goes that James Edgar, of Brockton, should be accepted as the first Santa because he was the first to embody the character we embraced as Santa (jolly, fat, white beard and red suit, as drawn by Thomas Nast for the cover of Harper’s Weekly in 1862). Whereas, states the argument, Macy’s put a guy in a holiday outfit mainly to promote itself. Regardless of where the tradition started, by the 1950s, every department store had its Santa.

With three kids in tow, Mister Boomer’s parents headed out for Christmas shopping forays. There they saw that Sears, Roebuck and Co., Spiegel and even Montgomery Ward (or “Monkey Ward” as we kids called it) each claimed to have the real Santa. Every respectable city had at least one local department store, and many had the national chain stores that started buying up regional stores in the 1950s. Most of us were told, and we believed, that all the different Santas were merely helpers. Santa was a busy guy and couldn’t be expected to be in every store, listening to every kid, went the explanation.

For Mister Boomer and his siblings, the “real” Santa wasn’t at a department store. Rather, he sat in a lavish holiday display sponsored by one of the area’s biggest manufacturers. Each year the company would install two floors of decorated tableaux in their own building, featuring animated figures, rows of trees, trains, lights, decorations and, to Mister B’s delight, even a theater where they’d show a Chip ‘n’ Dale holiday cartoon. He and his siblings enjoyed the annual trek to this holiday wonderland, except for one thing: the visit to Santa. Mister Boomer, like many fellow boomers, felt mixed emotions when visiting Santa in his early years; for many of us, the experience marked the first time we would stand in a long line, either dreading or anticipating the event at hand — and many of us did both. As for Mister Boomer, a born Santa skeptic, being plucked from a line and shoved on the lap of some creepy guy wearing something white on his face that surely didn’t resemble anything close to an actual beard was an ongoing mystery. Why would his parents put him through this ordeal? The guy couldn’t be real, and besides … he never did seem to get the gift list right. From an early age, he felt the whole business just didn’t add up.

Santa resided on the second floor, on an elevated platform against a back wall at least a dozen feet above everything else. The platform was barely eight feet wide — just large enough for Santa’s throne and a couple of elves who stood next to him. The stairway to Santa was on the left of the platform, and the exit was a slide on the right. There was no railing to keep children from tumbling into the display. (That wouldn’t fly in today’s environment!)

A large line of children snaked around rolling mounds of fake snow and oversized candies while girls dressed as elves kept things moving along. Slowly inching forward with the queue along with his brother and sister, the annual drama unfolded before their eyes: little kids screamed when they were plopped on the guy’s lap; some kids squealed with glee while others squealed because they had to go to the bathroom. Then there was the big slide down. The whole scene was very much like the one pictured in A Christmas Story, only higher and bigger.

Mister Boomer liked slides, but hated Santa. He had decided early on that he’d blurt out one thing and get to the slide. The least amount of time he could spend with the scary guy, the better. And so it went, for a few years.

When Mister B was six, his older brother sprang the news that Santa wasn’t real; as proof, he showed Mister B where his parents had hid their gifts. Mister B was neither surprised nor disappointed … an early realist in the matter, his suspicions were confirmed. Now his concern was to maintain the charade as long as his parents seemed to want it, and to keep the truth away from his little sister. Both brothers could see she reveled in the whole pageantry of the season, and agreed to keep her blissfully in the dark — at least for another year.

What memories of visiting Santa come to mind for you, boomers?