It’s the dead of winter and everyone is hibernating except
for the baby bear. When he runs away from home he finds that Old Man Winter has
some wicked things in store for him. But, by chance; or maybe something more;
Jack Frost comes to his rescue, saving the little bear from the ravages of the
cold.
Cartoons like these were a mainstay when I was a kid. You
actually learned something from them. In this one the lesson is clear; don’t
bite off more than you can chew. But if you do, it’s okay; there is someone who
cares enough to help you.
Is that unrealistic? I don’t know; perhaps in some ways it
is. But the greater good is in the hope that these cartoons engendered in the
hearts and minds of those who watched them, heeding their siren like call. And
these lessons, once learned, never leave the mind, holding one in good stead
during the darkest of times.
How do I know this for a certainty? Easy; when I was a kid
my Mom was very ill; frequently in the hospital for months at time. There was
never a year in which this did not occur. That was my “Old Man Winter." Cartoons, books, movies and music; these things all became my own personal “Jack
Frosts’.” That’s why these cartoons were so special to me then, and continue to
be so now.
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