The only electronics we had as children were TV’s and transistor radios. We were generally left to our own devices to find our own entertainment. During the heyday of the Partridge Family program, we would frequently form our own air band playing family drama in a friend’s garage. We had stringless guitars, improvised keyboards, and a hubcap tambourine which were played silently as we listened to the real Partridges’ album. In between songs, we would perform plot lines - - some original, some stolen from that week’s episode.
My older sister Liz had a shag haircut, so she always played Shirley Partridge. One or two of my brothers would swap a few of the male roles. My sister’s friends would get some of the other plum roles. Always the youngest, I never got a starring role. I would be begrudgingly allowed to play a visiting cousin or some other walk on part before either being told to sit quietly or to go home. I didn’t even get to play Tracy, the youngest sister, despite my resemblance to her. As the baby of the family, I know I was cherished and spoiled, but by the time I came along, all the good parts were taken.