This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. Returning to this is getting harder. Memory growing shorter, at least for those I can relate on this blog. No matter. Today marks the second day of the TCM Film Festival, 2015 edition. One of its films to be celebrated, reaching its 20th anniversary this year, and where you’ll find me sitting anxiously tonight, the subject here (and an upcoming duo post). Let’s light this candle once more, shall we?
“I don’t care about what anything was DESIGNED to do, I care about what it CAN do.”
July 1, 1995: There’s an old saying for just about everything under the sun1. Some even are meaningful, with perhaps something personal to say. Case in point:
“Cousins are the first friends you make, and they’re the only friends guaranteed to be there for the rest of your life.”
For almost the entirety of our lives, my brother and I were raised apart. Only his few first years of life were we under the same roof. Then, each of us attained “only child” status by circumstance. He with mom, me with my grandmother. In the grand central station that was ma’s house, I befriended a handful of cousins from the various marriages of my aunts. Mom’s sisters continuing their influence upon me.
All of their children younger than moi. The oldest, a girl a year apart, would become more sister than cousin to me as we were frequently paired at grandma’s house under the family childcare of the time. The irony here, my brother, as a by-product of mom and dad’s broken marriage, became more of a cousin than sibling. Though blood tells all when we argued. Still debate in my head if all of this was a good or a bad thing.
Cousin kinship lasted when numerous other attachments couldn’t over the many years. More than a few of our meetings involved movies, as parents and aunts prepped film into her gene expression, as well. So when Apollo 13, the debuting summer film of the ill-fated moon mission (something we both experienced while in the same high school), us “cousins” plotted once more — our Christmas Eve conspiracies being legendary.
With her younger sister now part of this cinema cabal, a weekend rendezvous was set for the Cerritos Stadium 10. The new multiplex closer to mis primos. Plus, it could be seen, and reached, from the 91 freeway. For us trekking across the basin, that was important. You see, she-who-must-be-obeyed was now five months into our first pregnancy. We set to deliver the newest cousin into that long line of friends for the generational fold.
- Yes, yes. A cliché. So? ↩