[scott7278]

God rest his gentle soul...

[MeekOneGOP]

Oh, my. Yes. Rest in peace Mr. Rogers...

[zarf]

With tears in my eyes I say a loving goodbye to Mr. Rogers.

Thanks for the memories Fred.

[scott7278]

The author of this article is Todd Spangler. He wasn't credited at the time of my post.

[MeekOneGOP]

[MeekOneGOP]

http://www.emmys.com/whatwedo/halloffame/bios/rogers.htm

Fred Rogers

By Rip Rense

When Fred Rogers departs this earth, which for the sake of humanity should not be for many years to come, he will not return in another life. Buddhists would tell you that Rogers has finished evolving; he has exited through the revolving door of reincarnation. He is heading straight for Nirvana.

Or, if you subscribe to Rogers' Presbyterian construct, his soul will be promptly dispatched to the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter will enter into the log book nothing more than “Mister Rogers.”

“There are only a couple of people I've met in my life who I put in this category,” said Beth Sullivan, creator/producer of Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, and a close friend of Rogers. “I'm not a religious person, but Fred is a holy man, a holy person. He really is. Truly a Mother Teresa type of person. He does what he does because it comes from very deep inside, and he does it with every fiber of his being.”

Can you say halo?

A long time ago, an aspiring young composer named Fred Rogers came home from college, with a degree in music composition from Rollins University in Florida fresh in hand. Entering the family house in the sweet hamlet of Latrobe, Pennsylvania, Fred spied a box in the corner of the living room. The box had a window in it.

“What's that?” said Fred, who was soon to depart for the next step in his education, the Pittsburgh Theological Seminary, where he hoped to be ordained as a minister.

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[TenaciousZ]

R.I.P.

[griffin]

Prayers offered up for his family and friends. Thank you Lord for this humble servant.

[ihatemyalarmclock]

As with "Sesame Street," I was too old in the late 60's to be among the "Neighborhood's" audience. But I saw what Fred Rogers was doing and admired him.

He must have thousands of episodes "in the can," with various shades of gray in his hair. His core audience won't mind. Maybe the grownups shouldn't tell them the news unless they ask.

Requiem In Aeternum, Mr. Rogers.

[The Wizard]

He's in a wonderful neighborhood now.......peace be with you

[Fledermaus]

I guess a tasteless Mr. Rogers joke would not be appropriate right now! lol

I never watched him as a kid, I don't know when he started. I was too old when Sesame Street came out to watch it.

I did hear he was somewhat of a lefty political wise.

[Saturnalia]

Well, damn.
Such a wonderful man, I'm sure he has all the time in the world to feed the fish now.

[Republican Wildcat]

I was just thinking of this show earlier...one of my favorites growing up. He will be missed.

[Willie Green]

Rogers was an unseen puppeteer in "The Children's Corner," a local show he and Josie Carey launched at WQED in 1954. In seven years of unscripted, live television on the show, he developed many of the puppets used in "Mister Rogers' Neighborhood," including King Friday XIII, Daniel Striped Tiger and Curious X the Owl.

Mountaineer was kind enough to transcribe the lyrics to the opening and closing themes for this show on this thread: Memories of Growing Up in the 40's and 50's (and since, even). In fond childhood memory of The Children's Corner and Mr. Rogers, I am posting the lyrics to the closing theme here:

Goodnight, God

Goodnight, God, and thank you
For this special day.

Thank you, too, for helping us
at work and at our play.

Thank you for our family,
for each and every friend.

Forgive us, please, for everything
we've done that might offend.

Keep us safe and happy, God.
Tell us what to do.

Goodnight, God and thank you, God
for letting us love you.

Goodnight, God and thank you, God
for letting us love you.

God bless you and rest in peace, Mr. Rogers.
Your presence will be missed, but you leave behind many, many good memories.

[Nick Danger]