After almost twenty years in the States I often still feel like a foreigner, and that has nothing to do with the reception I've had here. It's more to do with my frame of reference, or rather, lack of. I've often lamented that I can't say "I have one specially prepared here" (Blue Peter) or refer to "sticky back plastic" (ditto) as no one has a clue what I mean.
Over at Almost American, there is, basically, my childhood in a post. I must say, I knew the actors in the 40s and 50s talked a bit differently, you know, a bit like the Royal Family; but I had no idea it carried over into the 60s. Just have a listen to some of the voice overs.
My Little Guy was particularly interested in the Clangers and StingRay, but on the whole, when I insisted that Americans (ie. husband and teenagers) sit down and watch what I grew up with, they rolled their eyes.
I mean - a weed? Little Weed? WTF?