Most of the time, I took the supper-like snack into the living room and snapped on the tv. In those days, one had to actually wait for the tubes in the tv to warm up before the screen would display anything. After that, one had to fiddle with the antenna to properly tune in the channel to see anything more than static or snow.
My first choice for afternoon viewing was cartoons. Klondike Kat in particular. I loved that Klondike Kat was such a dope and got into hilarious jams trying to catch his nemesis, Savior-Faire, a crafty, cheese thieving mouse. Savoir-Faire went around with a big thug-like dog, who may not have been too bright.
I don't remember a whole lot about the episodes. What I remember most is the wonderful feeling of being home alone, with the fridge and the tv to myself. Those were the days...