Million Dollar Memories...

I blame Travis... He started this and I feel like playing along



So go see what he is all about, I think you'll like it

In my early childhood, on Sunday afternoons, when it seemed all of my friend’s mothers and fathers were nursing a hang-over. The children of said families would do many things to be out of the house. Kite flying, snowball (our version of kick the can). Tree house building, although often we would be yelled at to keep it down… this really just drove us further from the houses…


This was the normal actions for Sundays of my childhood, except for rain and getting campused (our version of being grounded). Which often would occur due to an unforeseen circumstance like home work not done, chores not done… smart assed answer given during a lecture… giggling in church. Many things could and did land me in dutch with my mother.

As a result, I would watch the million dollar movie, it came on right after the Sunday afternoon matinee… which also filled my day. But these shows is where I learned all about true comedy, Oliver and Hardy, Abbott and Costello, The Three Stooges, The Marx Brothers, Martin and Lewis and Burns and Allen. Dead-end Gang, Francis the talking mule… Oh how they would make me laugh. The simple gags of the Three Stooges all the way up to the word play Empire State Building that would be constructed by the Marx brothers, only for the attention to go to Harpo who spoke very little…

The Slap stick these comics delivered are still un rivaled, even by the likes of Jack Ass… All in all I remember how I could watch these films with my mother… and during the commercial breaks; she would tell me stories about the actors who were staring that week. Funny ones, sad ones and love stories. She would fill me in, I don’t think she realized then that those afternoons would be my fondest memories of her. Of my childhood really.

I do miss those days of simple laughs…