FredRogers-related stories
Posted Dec 28th 2006 3:01PM by Joel Keller
Filed under: Industry, OpEd, PBS, Children

According to the AP, the producers of the classic PBS children's show
Mister Rogers Neighborhood want to
create a new show. Kevin Morrison, the CEO of Family Communications, Inc. told the
Pittsburgh Post-Gazette that they are in talks with producers of various children's shows about creating a new program that is completely different from the one Fred Rogers hosted from 1968 to 2001. Rogers died in 2003.
No concrete plans were reported, but even Rogers' widow, Joanne, seems to be in favor of the move. "I really think Fred would be proud of the organization for trying to continue their leadership in the field of children's television," she told the
Post-Gazette.
Continue reading Producers of Mister Rogers Neighborhood want to create new show
Posted Apr 8th 2006 11:05AM by Richard Keller
Filed under: PBS, Celebrities, Children
You know, this would answer so many questions as to why Fred
Rogers, host of the legendary Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, was the quiet, personable man we saw on television
every day; deep down inside he was a skilled Marine sniper and he needed the calm persona to hide his honed killing
skills.
However, this is all urban
legend. The rumors began in the early 1990's when Rogers' military exploits became a hot topic on the
Internet. At first he was a Marine sniper with nearly 40 kills during the Korean conflict of the 1950's. As the decade
wore on he became a Vietnam vet with tattoos all over his arms (hence the sweaters and long sleeve shirts). By the time
of his death in 2003 Fred Rogers was no longer a Marine sniper, but a Navy Seal with over 25 kills in Vietnam.
In
reality Mr. Rogers never served any time in the military. In fact, after graduating from college in 1951 Rogers embarked
on a nearly uninterrupted broadcasting career that lasted over 50 years and became an ordained minister in
1962.
As for his dealings with the mafia and his involvement with the Kennedy assassination . . . Well, that's a
story for another day.