It’s so odd how inspiration suddenly strikes you. I’m sitting at home today with a sick kid and my Netflix(yay!), watching a movie called Hesher and BAM! I’m inspired.
The part of the movie that did it was this:
All I could remember was walking with my grandma, watching her walk down the street in her long, black fur coat……remembering our attempted walk around the block(hysterics! BTW), and the most vivid of our walk inside the movie theater. Maybe it’s so vivid because it’s the last real time I recall my grandmother walking well on her own. Don’t read this and think it as a sad memory, it’s such a good one.
On this particular “walk”, I happen to be taking grandma to a Dr’s appointment, and passed the theater, and she says, “Have you ever been to this place before?”. I told her I had and asked what was the last movie she’d seen a movie in a theater…..and she laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more. That made me decide that we needed to go.
As soon as the appointment was over we had a date! We went home, readied ourselves, I found a sitter, and off we went!
First to dinner at Longhorn’s where we had steak and shrimp, with baked sweet potatoes, and I introduced grandma to a “Chocolate Stampede”. After our lovely dinner(where my grandmother insisted on having the chef come out and thanking him for the meal, etc….
After a LOVELY dinner, we went on over and saw, “Shall We Dance?“. I admit, it’s not a movie that I’d have gone to see with friends, or for any reason really, BUT, it’s what Grandma wanted to see. The theater happened to be ALL THE WAY in the very back of the place(of course because no one was watching that movie- or so I thought)- so we walked. And we walked, and talked, and walked….and she said, “The last time I went to a movie was when my last husband and I were dating”. This meant 1969 to ’70-ish. By the time we had a good chuckle about it, she never got around to telling me what movie they saw. She didn’t really remember, she said it was same as now, “I was walking on that red movie carpet with someone who loved me, what does it matter the movie we watched?”
I just remember that so clearly as if it were last week, and not nearly 8 years ago…..in thinking about it, I’d give millions for that walk again- the last time I walked and held my grandmother’s hand.
Friggin’ Indy flicks with their hidden meanings, conjuring up random memories!