Hah, I used to do something very similar with my grandma - used to go round on a weekend and stay over, and we'd watch the Golden Girls and Prisoner Cell Block H. It's odd what you get into as a kid just by being exposed to it over and over, I had no real interest in either show, and the humour and storylines went over my head but I still remember those times maybe not as halcyon days, but a happy time.
I then got into Cagney and Lacey and late night crime shows I used to watch with my mum which definitely included Murder She Wrote.
One of those gems from the 80s that just seem to stick around in public consciousness.

The US state of Maine, where I went to junior high and high school, started a pottery business with my mom, and lived a few years thereafter, occupies an odd place in the American psyche, due in no small part to the stereotype-amplifying contributions of MSW, and Steven King, a vacationland of rough but honest and good-hearted lobstermen and other, assorted rustics. Ayuh.