Post by BATouttaheck on Dec 12, 2017 18:59:41 GMT
Here's a re-run of one of mine.
Memory of "A Christmas Carol"
My friend Ari , who had been brought up in a very strict, very traditional, very "everything Kosher" household, moved into Manhattan and his small apartment became the semi-official place to go when you wanted to be "where everybody knew your name" and you just wanted to hang out and "chill".
One Christmas Eve, Mary (who had no television set of her own, was away from her family in Utah and craved a viewing of the Sims "A Christmas Carol") invited herself (and by default the whole mob) to Ari's to watch the VERY LATE night movie . He, being Ari, said "Sure, why not? I've never been allowed to see it".
One of the girls picked up the bottom 1/4 of a Christmas tree that had been trimmed because it was too tall for someone's apt. The "Hanukah Bush" was set up and decorated with ornaments we made Grade- School-style with paper and paste. Someone brought lights. Somehow it turned into one of the best Trees (Bushes ?) ever !
Anyway. Comes time for Scrooge to make his appearance. Folks were asleep and snoring all over the apartment.
Mary, Ari and I were on Ari's big couch watching the movie. Ari would nod off BUT miraculously wake up for every commercial. Mary got to see the movie and I a great Christmas Memory.
Another simple memory : Lionel Barrymore reading the story on the radio.
Got any to share that hopefully don't end on a note of "Bah ! Humbug "?
One of my favorites is driving up to Lake Placid, NY, in a wicked snowstorm, listening to “The Nick Shurn Matter” from Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar on the radio. That may not seem very Christmassy, but that’s a Christmas episode, and there are some wonderful and touching moments in it. There’s a sequence in which Johnny has to brave a frozen forest in an equally wicked snowstorm to find a little girl and her mother who are hiding out from the bad guy. I just remember all of us in the car, trying to keep warm, with the snow swirling around us and the magic of the radio weaving its tale...