G is for I Remember Going to the Movies.

I love movies. Movies are very intertwined with my memories. Of growing up in the ’70s and ’80s, of college and of Peace Corps, as well as beyond.

I remember going to see Pete’s Dragon for my 10th birthday with my parents, sister and 5 or 6 girlfriends. My sister and I only had a few big birthdays while growing up, and the 10th was one of those biggies.

I remember the magic of Star Wars.

I remember watching old movies. Classic Shirley Temple on Sunday mornings when I was little, Abbot and Castello at school, the Three Stooges when my mom wasn’t home, and classics like The Ghost and Mrs. Muir while babysitting the Nokkas down the street.

My earliest memories of going to ‘the show’ were to see Lady & the Tramp, Snow White, Cinderella, and Song of the South as a child with my parents and sister.

I remember the original Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and The Sound of Music playing on TV around the holidays.

Once we started spending the whole summer ‘Up North’ at The Cottage, we would go to the show weekly in either Petoskey or Charlevoix at the cheap ticket Tuesday evening show. Carol Sue, you were a saint to take all of us on.

I still remember the magic of seeing Footloose, Raiders of the Lost Ark, and ET.

I remember going to the Penn Theater in our downtown. Our parents would drop us off for the 7 pm show and pick us up afterwards. I also remember walking over to the Penn Theater from my middle school to watch an early Star Trek movie.

I remember Elyse, Leanne and I lying to our parents about going to the show in 1982 when I was 14.  I think I told mine that we were going to see On Golden Pond when really we were going to see Nick Nolte and Eddie Murphy in 48 Hours.

I remember these amazing high school English teachers of ours recognizing the value of foreign films and having us watch Igmar Bergman, Luis Bunel and Werner Herzog in school–and then encouraging us to see the movies a second time with a public evening showing. Was it any surprise that I spent a year or two at Northern co-leading the Gonzo Film Series?

And while we are at it, I also remember at Northern my good friend & big brother, Rob C., being in charge of the Sunday popular film series and how happy he was introducing the films he and his committee had chosen. Also, I remember how he always had the best tv in the dorms to watch videos!

I remember going to the big, 1950s-era movie theater in Antigua’s capital of St. Johns when I was a PCV. I didn’t have a TV during my two years there, so movies were definitely my visual treat. I remember there were two sections of the theater: the comfortable rear section with the more expensive seats and the hard, wooden, cheap seats in the front. We had to put our feet up on the seats in front of us because critters, i.e.. rats would scurry around occasionally on the floor. Quite the experience!

I remember how magical it was when I moved to Chicago and worked with fellow movie lovers–Grace, Carol, Kim, Russell, & Sylvia. Titanic, My Left Foot, Slingblade, Fargo, Amistad, and The English Patient were stand outs.

I remember movies being an important part of my experience while living in Los Angeles–of course! 🙂  I remember going to at least two movie pre-screenings on the Paramount Studios lot. One was to see The Legend of Sleepy Hollow with my parents where Dad and I got separated from Mom. I remember going out on a date with a guy I met at the Blockbuster in Los Feliz which happened to be on Sunset Boulevard. I remember going to see The Sixth Sense with Jennifer D and her figuring out the ending way before I did.

And while T doesn’t love going to a crowded theater, I have special memories of  going with him to see Wallace & Grommet movies, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, as well as numerous Marvel and DC comic movies.

I especially love the memory of going to see Mama Mia with Grams, Katie, Barb and Mom in Petoskey.

Definitely special memories.

2 thoughts on “G is for I Remember Going to the Movies.

  1. Laughing at “Three Stooges when my mom wasn’t home…” and sneaking into 48 Hours! I remember wanting so badly to see Saturday Night Fever when I was in high school and my mom refused. Those strict moms:)

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    • Love, love, love it! 🙂 All I can do is giggle now. In my mom’s defense, she took on Grandpa Cooper (who was absolutely appalled!) and let Barb (14-almost 15) and I (16 & with a drivers license) go to see Billy Idol in concert at Charlevoix’s Castle Farms the summer of 1984. Chris or Jimmy went with us and another friend. We had a blast and didn’t do anything stupid, but I will always remember that one! 🙂


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