It
was the week before Christmas, 1970. The movie, Love Story, with Ali McGraw and heartthrob Ryan O’Neal started
playing at the local theatre in small town West Virginia. I was a “tweenager”
which meant I wasn’t quite a teenager but pretended to be, even though I still
liked to play with dolls. Over the summer I expected to magically transform
from a kid in grade school to a “grownup” junior high freshman.
I had planned to see the movie with my friends, but my mother put
a stop to that. It was rated PG which meant I had to have an adult with me
since I was younger than 13. Of course, in those days a PG rating was very
different than today. It probably meant that a couple kissed on the screen. I
pouted around the house for a few days and kept saying, “But Susan, Becky,
Nancy and Mary Beth all get to go without an adult.” But Mom held firm.
My grandmother worked in the fabric department at the downtown
Montgomery Ward store. After school I would walk through the store stopping
briefly to see if any new record albums were in the rack. Then I would climb
the creaky, wooden stairs and watch her show fabrics to customers. She would
have someone cover for her department when we went into the break room. When
she asked me how school was I whined about wanting to the see the movie with my
friends. Nannie said, “I would like to see the movie. Would you like to go with
me?” I was ecstatic.
During the movie I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about.
I’d seen Mommy kissing Santa Claus many times. I did notice that Nannie seemed
to develop a runny nose and needed quite a few Kleenexes. We went out for a
milkshake afterwards. It was very fun. The next time I was in the record
department I bought the Love Story sound
track album.
Yesterday while cleaning the garage, I saw our free-standing CD
holder. It reminded me of when record albums were popular and how later I traded
those for CD’s. Now, I listen to my IPod, Pandora and music television instead
of playing CD’s.
Today’s gift was to offer my 42-inch high CD holder on Freecycle. The
person who takes it may have sentimental CD’s that they want to keep handy so
that they can easily recreate their own Love
Story.
In Giving,
Robin
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