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Post by Slam_Bradley on May 8, 2016 21:58:54 GMT -5
While my Mom didn't read comics she never had any issues with me reading them. And she did read them when she was a kid. She particularly remembered reading Andy Panda as a small child and Katy Keene as a young teen.
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Post by batlaw on May 8, 2016 23:06:55 GMT -5
Neither of my parents had any personal interest in or connection with comics. But they had no problems with my interest in them either and both indulged me plenty over the years. My father in particular. Throughout my teens -early twenties he was always just happy it was a harmless obsession / hobby and worse things I could waste money on. Would always comment, "I don't care, at least it's not drugs".
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Post by Ish Kabbible on May 8, 2016 23:25:21 GMT -5
When I was living at home in the 1960s, my mom had no interest at all with comic books. However, sometimes she wanted something quick to read in the morning as she had breakfast before heading to work. She would grab either one of my Mad Magazines or a Lois Lane comic
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Post by Cei-U! on May 8, 2016 23:53:20 GMT -5
As I'm sure I've mentioned before, both my parents read comic books as kids and teens. Even as adults, they regularly bought the paperback collections of Pogo, Peanuts, Dennis the Menace, BC and Andy Capp. They were not only okay with my interest in comics (my mother taught me to read at age three using a Dell Rocky & Bullwinkle comic), they actively encouraged me in my desire to one day write/draw them. Many years later, I learned that my mother had saved the comics of her youth--including such gems as Captain America #1, Wonder Woman #1 and Four Color #9 (Carl Barks' first work on Donald Duck)--but that she'd intended to give them to me as a graduation present, only to learn that her mother had given them to the Goodwill just two months before my mom went to Wisconsin to retrieve them.
Cei-U! Not sure who was more heartbroken, me or Mom!
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 8:28:54 GMT -5
My father introduced to comics, but my mom also endorsed my interest. She would buy me the DC Blue Ribbon digests at the grocery store checkout along with Archie digests. When I got older she'd drive me to the comic book store which was about 45 minutes away and I'd get the DC baxter comics and old comics. I remember having super hero bedspreads, sheets, pajamas, toys, books, lunch boxes, birthday cakes....she really made my childhood special. She'd watch Wonder Woman with me and old Batman reruns on the UHF channel. She was looking forward to seeing Man of Steel, but passed away a few months before it came out.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 8:43:18 GMT -5
My father introduced to comics, but my mom also endorsed my interest. She would buy me the DC Blue Ribbon digests at the grocery store checkout along with Archie digests. When I got older she'd drive me to the comic book store which was about 45 minutes away and I'd get the DC baxter comics and old comics. I remember having super hero bedspreads, sheets, pajamas, toys, books, lunch boxes, birthday cakes....she really made my childhood special. She'd watch Wonder Woman with me and old Batman reruns on the UHF channel. She was looking forward to seeing Man of Steel, but passed away a few months before it came out. My Mother will watch Batman together but she find Lynda Carter's Wonder Woman too much for her and I get carried away watching too many programs of which gorgeous ladies running wild in the 70's and the 80's ... Wonder Woman, Bionic Woman, Charlie's Angeles and so forth. I'm glad that your mother made it special of which my own mother did not and she had more a tolerance than my own father. My Father hated Superheroes and consider Comic Books a waste of monies. The only show that he can watch as a family was Adam West's Batman and he was happy to see it taken off the airwaves after one season with Yvonne Craig. I'm very happy for you ...
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Post by adamwarlock2099 on May 9, 2016 8:52:51 GMT -5
Both my folks weren't overly pleased to see I had a stash of comics before they even knew I was buying them. They had a Wertham stereotype of them and initially had made it a point to direct me away from comics to books. So my first "collection" was the Hardy Boys Casefiles series, of which I still own a large amount of.
My dad never really delved into them himself personally and kind of left it to mom to sift through them on occasions. I remember Thor #337 being the one I showed my mom to illustrate they were not the evils things she thought they were. She only looked into them a few times more after than and then pretty much left me alone.
It's why accumulated my Lady Death comics after I moved out of my folks house. :-)
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Post by Ozymandias on May 9, 2016 10:16:03 GMT -5
Both my folks weren't overly pleased to see I had a stash of comics before they even knew I was buying them. They had a Wertham stereotype of them and initially had made it a point to direct me away from comics to books. So my first "collection" was the Hardy Boys Casefiles series, of which I still own a large amount of. That certainly rings a bell. My parents likewise bought me all 21 books of The Famous Five. I enjoyed them well enough, but for me, they were always a substitute, the real deal was comics.
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Post by Randle-El on May 9, 2016 10:25:54 GMT -5
My parents never particularly cared for my reading comics, filing them in the same category as TV and video games -- fun distractions that were fine in small doses so long as they didn't require spending a lot money. I think they would have been perfectly fine if I told them I never wanted to read another comic book (or watch another TV show or play another video game) ever gain in favor of studying, playing sports, practicing music, or something else more constructive.
Now that said, they also knew that I enjoyed them, and that they were important to me. I think perhaps the most impressive thing is that after I left for college and moved around a bit in my 20s, they didn't throw out my comic book and baseball card collection from my childhood. That may not sound like much, but I was actually pretty amazed that they held on to those, considering all the other stuff of mine that they did throw out! :-)
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Post by Rob Allen on May 9, 2016 15:07:27 GMT -5
In approximately 1940, my mother and her older sister took over an unused shed in their back yard and opened a comic book shop. They started with their own collection, and sold them for five cents or two comic books each. Kids back then had more comic books than nickels, so their inventory grew. The shop lasted a couple of years but ended with the paper drives of World War II.
I don't remember which of my parents encouraged me to pick up my first comic book, but they were both happy enough that I was buying and reading them. I think they expected me to grow out of it, but like a typical baby boomer, I never did. Mom never read any of my comics that I recall, but she did try some of my Conan and Tarzan paperbacks.
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Post by DE Sinclair on May 9, 2016 15:44:54 GMT -5
None of the parental figures had any use for or appreciation of comics whatsoever. I guess my mom came closest when she gave me a couple of old traveling makeup cases from Goodwill to store my (then) small collection of comics in.
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Post by Roquefort Raider on May 9, 2016 15:45:02 GMT -5
I think perhaps the most impressive thing is that after I left for college and moved around a bit in my 20s, they didn't throw out my comic book and baseball card collection from my childhood. That may not sound like much, but I was actually pretty amazed that they held on to those Bless them!!! I would never throw anything away that belongs to my kids; or at least, not before asking them. (That's actually a point of contention between my significant other and I!)
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Post by wildfire2099 on May 9, 2016 15:54:40 GMT -5
As I'm sure I've mentioned before, both my parents read comic books as kids and teens. Even as adults, they regularly bought the paperback collections of Pogo, Peanuts, Dennis the Menace, BC and Andy Capp. They were not only okay with my interest in comics (my mother taught me to read at age three using a Dell Rocky & Bullwinkle comic), they actively encouraged me in my desire to one day write/draw them. Many years later, I learned that my mother had saved the comics of her youth--including such gems as Captain America #1, Wonder Woman #1 and Four Color #9 (Carl Barks' first work on Donald Duck)--but that she'd intended to give them to me as a graduation present, only to learn that her mother had given them to the Goodwill just two months before my mom went to Wisconsin to retrieve them. Cei-U! Not sure who was more heartbroken, me or Mom! I can't tell you how many thousands of dollars of baseball cards my Grandmother tossed on my dad when I was born.. He had most of the sets from 1957-1964.
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Post by Batflunkie on May 9, 2016 16:31:26 GMT -5
None of the parental figures had any use for or appreciation of comics whatsoever. I guess my mom came closest when she gave me a couple of old traveling makeup cases from Goodwill to store my (then) small collection of comics in. I just store mine in my book shelf in huge stacks, I've been wanting to get some of those Magazine Storage Boxes because they're kind of handsome looking and hide your "power level" at the same time. But trying to buy them on Amazon is a pain because you always have to buy them in bulk
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Post by Confessor on May 10, 2016 7:22:35 GMT -5
The first comics I ever had were bought for me by my Mum. They were usually Marvel or DC pocket books (which were digest-sized comics reprinting old U.S. stuff for the UK market) or issues of Super Spider-Man with the Super-Heroes, which were black & white reprints presented in a weird landscape format, with two pages of the U.S. issues reprinted side by side on one page.
I can also remember her buying me my first issue of Marvel's Star Wars comic when I was 5 years old. It was Star Wars Weekly #18, which reprinted parts of the American Star Wars #9 and, perhaps unsurprisingly, it featured an appearance of Jaxxon, the green, 6ft tall, carnivorous space-rabbit that I have as my avatar.
However, I think my favourite memory of my Mum, relating to comics, is that up until the age of about 6 or 7, she used to read them to me, like other parents might read fairy tale books (although she read those to me too, of course). I guess I struggled to read them myself until I was 7 or so. I have a particularly strong memory of sitting on my mother's knee as a 6-year-old, as she patiently read part of the Star wars Seige at Yavin story arc to me in Star Wars Weekly. If you knew my mother, you'd know that her tastes in fiction are as far removed from sci-fi, space opera or super-heroes as it's possible to get. I guess motherly love gave her the strength and resolve to read and re-read those comics to me.
She and Dad also never threw my comics out as I got older. So, bless them for that.
EDIT: I almost forget -- when I was around 8 or 9, my Mum introduced me to the Tintin books, which she had read and enjoyed as a little girl. I have a full collection of those now and still love them just as much today as I did back when I was a kid.
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