Eric, popcorn, candy, and sodapop can cure alot of ailments! I stille go to the movies with my daddy very frequently. My mom gets to go now too, oh what a lucky girl! The three of us saw TRAFFIC recently. Sorry, you and your dad didn't get to go more often. My dad has taken me to the movies so many times that I couldn't possibly recall them all. Well, maybe under alien hypnosis or something like that. He took us to all the Bond films of the 60's, CASINO ROYALE included. He loves Petter Sellers. Right off, I well remember HOW THE WEST WAS WON, THE ALAMO (he loved the LD of it I gave him for Christmas a few years back), THE LONGEST DAY (another Christmas LD), TRUE GRIT, IT'S A MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD WORLD, IN HARM'S WAY, TAKE THE MONEY AND RUN, CAT BALLOU, FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE. We were prolific movie-goers.
For us back then, TV was terrible. It's rather hilly and mountainous around these parts. We lived on the wrong side of a rather high ridge. All three major networks had stations here, but all we could pick up clearly was NBC on channel 6. We went out to the movies on the drop of a hat, any excuse would do.
My mom is not an Elvis fan. Actually, we lived in Nashville for awhile when I was little. It so happens that we lived on the same block as a house that Elvis owned and only occasionally inhabited in 1960-1. Sometimes there were fans hanging around. My best recolection is the day that a female fan crashed her car thru the white picket fence and into his house, in an effort to meet him. She was a day late, he left the day before. We saw him go tool by in a yet another new Caddy from time to time. Even I didn't like Elvis much! I liked The Beach Boys, The Beatles, The Zombies, and such. I was feelin' groovy.
Chris, your story is sadder than mine. The old 1/16th laws or customs. I feel the same as you. Between the tme I was 4 and 6, I lived in both New York City and New Orleans. I became accustomed, I think, to seeing people that looked all different ways at a very young age. My parents didn't have a bigoted bone in their bodies. So, I didn't hear bad stuff at home.
I think when I was growing up, it never ceased to amaze me how bigoted the south really was. I'm glad it's changed some for the better. When I was a kid, I was utterly astonished that ignorant white folks were such experts on the intellectual capacity of Pollocks and Negroes. Without even actually meeting one in person either, how amazing! A Polish boy moved into our community, and the ******* of the neiborhood yelled Pollock jokes at him on the school bus, every day. One day I told the ******* to move to Argentina with the other Nazis. It didn't help much, stupid is as stupid does. I'm intollerant of bigotry. It stille raises it's ugly head around here to this very day.
Chris, moments of injustice and bigotry really stick with one. That's a sobering story. You must be about ten years older than me. The 60's were a little better than the 50's. Atleast the offical barriers had mostly fallen when I was a kid. The backlash against such that I witnessed wasn't pretty though.... Best wishes, guys!
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Rachael,la gata del disco Grande, meow meow!