A Thanksgiving Memory
If you are of a certain age, you remember black and white TV. And you remember when nothing much was on TV. There was no cable. No Honey BooBoo. No Snooki. No Hulu Plus.
When I was little, there were special TV events to look forward to, one of which was the evening news, and the most special of which fell on holidays. And on Thanksgiving, it was The Wizard of Oz. There were no videocassettes or DVD's. No way to see The Wizard of Oz except on Thanksgiving night, gathered together in front of the television (that you had to stand up and walk across the room to change the volume on, or change the channel of). The adults sat on the furniture, the kids sat on the floor. No one complained. Except of being too full of pumpkin pie. There were simultaneous shudders when those apple trees started talking back, and shrieks when the flying monkeys took Dorothy and Toto away. And there where ooh's and aah's all around when the movie went from black and white to color. For me, that magical moment is still a mystical thing, not a nostalgic one.
Although the days when it was shown on this holiday are long gone, I still think of the Wizard of Oz every single Thanksgiving. I still associate a magical mystical feeling with the movie, that wonderful special holiday feeling. You know, as a matter of fact, I still think of holidays, like Thanksgiving, as the moment when life goes from black and white to color. Happy Thanksgiving, Hooplaholics. Enjoy the holiday. In color.