Don’t you see yourself in every picture you love? You feel a radiance wash through you. It’s something you can’t analyze or speak about clearly. What are you doing at that moment? You’re looking at a picture on a wall. That’s all. But it makes you feel alive in the world. It tells you yes, you’re here. And yes, you have a range of being that’s deeper and sweeter than you knew.
When I was young, The Wizard of Oz was shown on television once a year. I always looked forward to watching the beloved classic, even though I could never get much farther than the castle scene without nodding off to sleep. my mother would say it must be because of the poppies.
The black and white portion of the movie scared me. I found Miss Gulch more frightening than her green skinned counterpart; real life monsters are much scarier than pretend ones. my grandmother had a neighbor who reminded me of the real world Wicked Witch, always chasing me away from where I rode my bike or tried to sled ride in the winter, even though it wasn’t her property to guard in the first place. I could easily picture her trying to take someone’s dog away from them.
But I knew if I could just get through the black and white portion of the movie, then all the fun would begin when it switched to color!
Meeting each of the main players was something I eagerly anticipated. Scarecrow, who was smart even though he claimed to need a brain.
(and now that song will be stuck in my head for the next 3 days)
The Tin Man, who was gentle and caring even though he thought he lacked a heart.
(my favorite part of the whole movie)
and The Cowardly Lion, who may have been timid but fought to protect his friends.
The way the Wicked Witch popped up and caused trouble was concerning, but the scariest thing childhood me thought she did was try to keep Dorothy from getting back to Auntie Em. that crystal ball scene got me every time!
In the end, they all realized that what they were ‘missing’ was within them the whole time, just not in the way they expected it to be. that lesson left a big impression upon me as a child. it suggested to me that the conventional way of doing things wasn’t the only way of doing things.
The Wizard of Oz may be considered a children’s movie, but it’s lessons have carried me through adulthood as well. life is full of wicked witches who try to make everyone around them feel as unhappy as they do, and people who hide behind curtains pretending to be much more than they are. sometimes we need reminded that home isn’t really a place but a feeling that lives inside of you, and to not let ourselves get so wrapped up in trying to reach Oz that we miss all that the yellow brick road has to offer along the way.
7.) A Movie That You Know Practically The Whole Script Of
answer: Back To The Future
So much of my everyday lingo consists of dialogue from movies, that I often forget I’m actually quoting them; lines from ‘Monty Python and The Holy Grail’, ‘Spaceballs’, and ‘The Princess Bride’, just to name a few. The movie that I’m most familiar with though, is ‘Back To The Future’.
I was already smitten with Michael J. Fox, due to his role as Alex P. Keaton on ‘Family Ties’, but seeing him as Marty McFly sealed the deal for 13 year old me. I took up skateboarding because of this movie. I wasn’t very good, mind you, but flipping that skateboard up into my hands like he did gave me a giddy sense of satisfaction. as did adopting a similar clothing style.
Quotes that I still use, over 30 years later:
They found me. I don’t know how but they found me. run for it, Marty!
What the hell is a gigawatt?!
I’m you’re density
Dad, Dad, Daddy-O
If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything
I may not skateboard anymore, or wear suspenders and a jean jacket (I really miss my jean jacket, by the way. it had tiny gold safety pins on the back arranged in a big peace sign, that were pinned by hand *sighs nostalgically*) but I still love this movie and I still think Marty McFly is an absolute dream.
‘All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.’
So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there. It was easy then because there was always one true sentence that I knew or had seen or had heard someone say. If I started to write elaborately, or like someone introducing or presenting something, I found that I could cut that scrollwork or ornament out and throw it away and start with the first true simple declarative sentence I had written. ~Ernest Hemingway, ‘A Moveable Feast’
Kathleen Kelly: Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one! It got on at 42nd and off at 59th, where, I assume, it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake, as almost all hats are.
Joe Fox: Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.
2.) The Bookstore, which is practically it’s own character
It reminds me of the small church library that I volunteered in, years ago. The library was basically geared towards children, not just religious themed books, but all the children’s books that happened to be popular at the time. The librarian really kept up on things, she ordered the newest books and we creatively put them on display throughout the small space. We had reading aloud hours and fun holiday themed events. I really enjoyed my time there. So when I see Kathleen Kelly with a princess hat on her head, enthusiastically reading a story to a group of children, it makes me nostalgic.
The love story of the film is cute. The face-to-face banter between Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan is enjoyable, but it’s really the e-mail theme that grabs me. I’ve had many pen pals through the years, and so I cherish that kind of communication.
Kathleen Kelly: I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You’ve got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail. From you.
Unfortunately I’ve either drifted away from my old letter writing pals, or they now prefer to communicate in three sentence conversations via social media instead. I miss the uninterrupted honesty that letter writing fosters.
Kathleen Kelly: Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life – well, valuable, but small – and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.
This is probably why I’ve gravitated to the blogging platform. Here, I can send thoughts ‘out into the void’ and also have ample room to babble on to my heart’s content in the comment section.
Kathleen Kelly:The odd thing about this form of communication is that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.
And instead of pretty stationary or cutesy stickers and ink stamps, I can decorate with other fun things instead…
I’ve never made the connection between letter writing and blogging before. I like the thought of it though, it makes it seem more personal.
Kathleen Kelly: Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.