Posted tagged ‘War of the Worlds’

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.”

July 12, 2014

Yesterday and today have been delightful days and last night was cool, low 60’s cool. Today is sunny with a sharp light. The sky is dark blue and cloudless. Tonight will be in the low 60’s again. It is my first movie night of the season. The War of the Worlds, the original with Gene Barry, is on the big screen. We’re having hot dogs and chorizo and a salad or two. We’ll munch a few appetizers beforehand and have candy and popcorn for the movie. I love movies on the deck.

I do a crossword puzzle everyday. Some of the clues and answers are anachronisms. One of the Bobbsey twins is a frequent clue. The answer is always Nan, twin to Bert. Today Look-alike was the clue. The answer was carbon copy. I have no memory of the last time I used carbon to copy anything. I do remember using them years and years ago when I taught, and I remember how the kids always smelled the papers when they got them. They had a peculiar smell from the carbon. I think carbon copy for many people will have to come from the clues around it. Card catalog was another answer, but the clue acknowledged it no longer exists: Part of a library once. My mother would sometimes but not often yell, “Ash truck,” so we would hurry to get the trash barrels out. The need for haste brought back a place in time, a childhood memory. My dad always called the cleaners the cleansers, a word also dating from his childhood. We always knew what he meant.

Words and phrases are born then fall out of usage and finally disappear. I remember having Chinese fire drills at red lights. I still call a bottle opener, the simple metal one, a church key. Police were heat and then pigs. I remember, “Oink, oink I smell bacon,” when police were around. Submarine races were popular viewing except they didn’t exist. I can’t remember the last time I said groovy or when I last rapped with anybody.

My dad would call someone a good egg. My sisters say it now and then in a deep voice like my dad’s just for the memory. I remember heebie-jeebies and ants in my pants, neither of which I get any more.

I grew up outside of Boston. Wicked good is common. I still use it all the time. That one, I think, will never fade and disappear.

“It is good to renew one’s wonder, said the philosopher. Space travel has again made children of us all.”

January 19, 2012

Flurries fell a little while ago. They were small and wispy and didn’t last very long. It’s cold again, 29°. Yesterday I did some errands and cleaned the bathrooms; today I’ll do nothing as I’d hate to get into the routine of doing something every day. I will make my bed, shower and brush my teeth, but that’s it! I’m in flannel pants, a sweatshirt and warm slippers. They will be the uniform of the day.

When I was growing up, we imagined. I didn’t have any guns but sticks worked just as well, except for the spinning with your fingers part. I did have to yell, “I got you,” so my victim would know he was shot and could fall dramatically holding his chest. When I’d read, I could see all of the characters in my mind’s eye. I was part of the action. The 50’s science fiction movies now look a bit silly with their crude special effects, but I love them still. The same with monsters. I remember The Thing with Two Heads, one black and one white, and the hand which roamed the old mansion halls and strangled the guests.

Even though I didn’t know the concept I had learned to suspend disbelief. I took the monsters and space aliens at face value. They were, after all, just characters in movies.

I never saw the moon landing, but I did hear it on the radio; however, listening to it didn’t give the historic event a whole lot of impact. I might as well have been listening to The War of the Worlds. There we were huddled around the radio hearing the announcer from Voice of America say Armstrong had jumped off the ladder onto the moon. We heard his historic, “One small step for man…,” but had to imagine it all. It seemed more science fiction than real.

In my mind the moon landing is a black and white movie. The spaceship is huge, and the astronauts can walk upright from one floor to another. The women bring sandwiches and coffee to the hard-working male astronauts. They spend a lot of time looking out the portholes a the Earth gets smaller and the moon bigger. They even land on the moon. Those landings I have seen many times.