Tomorrow, I shall take my breakfast under the covers – a twice-yearly occurrence around case Watson (birthday, too!) – and I shall enjoy the mild but heartfelt tribute to my fatherhood. Later, I’ll give my old man a card and a gift, and char a few burgers in his honor. And I will feel well-satisfied at having appeased the greeting card holiday gods for another year.
But the arrival of the joyous Father’s Day season (rough on the orphans or the abandoned amongst us, I must agree) also got me thinking about how the role of “father” is laid out in the cultural scripture of the land. By which I mean television, of course.
So to the wordpress I dashed to throw down a few words: first off, it’s clear that our common idea of how fathers should behave begins with Ward Cleaver and his clan. Secondly, single fathers actively raising the children would seem to greatly outnumber those found in the general population on a percentage basis by a wide margin; indeed, it appears to be the inverse of single moms – of which there are many in the real world, but relatively few in the Shirley Patridge mode.
The single fathers list is huge: Steve Douglas (Fred MacMurray), Jed Clampett (Buddy Ebsen), Ben Cartwright (Lorne Greene), Fred G. Sanford (Redd Foxx) – not to mention the Bachelor Father (John Forsythe) and Eddie’s Father (Bill Bixby). The small town of Mayberry supported two single fathers during its decade-long run on the backlot: Andy Taylor (Andy Griffith) and Sam Jones (Ken Berry). Single dads have held a wide variety of jobs – the professor to Juliet Mills’ dishy Nanny (Richard Long), a gun-flipping Rifleman (Chuck Connors), a Florida park ranger who befriends a ridiculously smart dolphin named Flipper (Brian Kelly), and a judge (Tony Randall).
There was the big-time executive (Conrad Bain) who adopts a couple of kids from the ghetto on Diff’rent Strokes, the short-lived post M*A*S*H single dad gig form McLean Stevenson on Hello, Larry! , and TV anchor Danny Tanner (Bob Saget) in the long-running Full House. Hell, even Archie Bunker ended his Queens bar-room days as a single father after they killed off Edith. And writers really got ambitious when they doubled the role of single father in My Two Dads (Paul Reiser, Greg Evigan).
So maybe Ward Cleaver and his nuclear family leadership is an outlier? Perhaps TV writers don’t have particularly wonderful family lives? We didn’t have a Cleaver-like upbringing – we were a decade late and a few dollars short. My father didn’t so much hand down platitudes as teach me the twin, intertwined meanings of commitment and hard work.
But let’s get to a list – mine and yours. In honor of my own dad, I’m going to throw out my own favorite television fathers in no particular order – a quick top ten – call them the Ward Cleaver Awards (Beaumont himself is exempt):
So there’s ten – they’re not, as a group, particularly wonderful fathers (though some were). I’d argue that as a group, they do provide a fairly wide and accurate portrait of how we view American fatherhood.
I have a few more, held in reserve. But I’d like to throw it out there first. Who’s on your list?