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Neighbors Growing Together | Sep 20, 2018

The bluest skies you've ever seen

By Steph Tahtinen


Mt. Pleasant News

I’ve always known my mom and I have a lot in common, from our appearance to our interests. However, I didn’t think that I would become obsessed with something she was obsessed with as a teenager (without being introduced to it by her, that is).

A few weeks ago I was talking with Mom and I mentioned off-handedly that I’ve really been into this old TV show lately, Here Come the Brides.

“The one with Bobby Sherman?” she asked excitedly.

“Yeah,” I replied, vaguely remembering seeing his name in the opening credits. This was early on in my obsession and I didn’t know who he was yet.

“I used to have his poster on my wall!” she exclaimed.

Bobby Sherman. Singer. Actor. Heartthrob of the 60s and 70s. Or as I know him, the youngest brother in my recent obsession.

From 1968 to 1970, Here Come the Brides was an attempt to bring the movie musical Seven Brides for Seven Brothers to the small screen. Instead of seven brothers, though, this spin off has only three brothers: Jason, Joshua and Jeremy Bolt.

The setting is the logging town of Seattle, Wash., in the 1860s — long before Tom Hanks was sleepless, the Space Needle was built or the first cup of Starbucks was brewed.

The premise behind the show (I have yet to see the pilot) is that in order to placate the loggers and get them to stay in town, the Bolt brothers bring 100 women from New Bedford to be wives of the men. What follows is a series of good old-fashioned courtships the likes of which you don’t see on television nowadays.

There is also something to be said for the theme song that has been stuck on my mind for two weeks (though that may be because whenever I’m home I am listening to Bobby Sherman singing it on a continuous loop.)

That theme song is seriously one of the catchiest songs in the world, and I apologize if the title of this column caused any old fans of the show to have it stuck in their minds (sorry, Mom).

There are so many things I love about the show. The way the whole town is like one big family. The way the stars have 1960s style haircuts in the 1860s. The way the Bolt brothers’ mountain — the source of their livelihood — always seems to be in danger of being taken away from them but never is. The way that, whenever they are in financial difficulty and need something for collateral, Jason says, “There is always [dramatic pause] our mountain” or “All we have is [dramatic pause] our mountain.”

I think what I enjoy the most, though, is that the show is a step back in time in two different ways — both to the 1960s and the 1860s. For an hour each week I am transported back to the bluest skies I’ve ever seen and the hills of greenist green (again, sorry, Mom). The show may be old, but I’m enjoying experiencing it for the first time. And, although I may be over 40 years late, I’m developing a bit of a crush on Bobby Sherman myself. Too bad Mom no longer has the poster.