Have you ever had the experience of something floating around in the recesses of your memory,and only fragments being accessible to your immediate consciousness? For years, I had fragmentary memories of a TV show. I remembered it had stirring music and an impressive looking narrator, and that it had something to do with American history. I remembered something about an Italian or Greek immigrant struggling to bring his crops into market, and something about a Quaker woman trying to educate black and white children in a school in the post-civil war south.Now , I finally saw someone mention the title in another context. After looking up these reviews, a lot of old memories came roaring back. I remembered the Hunley, and the operation on Grover Cleveland,and Jeff Davis, and a story about the man who dug the first oil well. I was five at the time, and TV was just what Mr. Newton Minow called it back then, a "vast wasteland". But even in that wasteland one could find an oasis or two. One such oasis was The Great Adventure. I wish I knew who had the rights to this( and Slattery's People and Profiles in Courage and My World and Welcome to It.) I am not a violent man, but I would almost be willing to force them at gunpoint to release these shows on DVD.
Review of The Great Adventure
