Monster Mom
Jan. 22nd, 2008 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Celebration of Life Day
International Day of Radiant Peace
National Speak Up and Succeed Day
Rid the World of Fad Diets and Gimmicks Day
Tu B'Shvat (Jewish)
Saint Vincent's Feast Day
Anniversary - Roe vs Wade
Ukrainian Day (Ukraine)
Know what’s odd? Seeing a monster movie this weekend also was weirdly an homage to Grandma.
I never got to see the best side of her. That side went away before I got very old. Instead, I saw the part of her that was left when the cool part faded—but I found out about it through Dad’s stories of his childhood. And one thing I heard a lot about was Grandma’s love of crazy stories.
If you were to meet Dad, you would get the impression of a pleasant, quiet man with quiet interests. You would never imagine that he’s the kind of guy who gleefully watches creature features, or reminisces about Thursday-night Star Trek with his mother. We’ve watched quite a few monster movies on AMC, and I’m always surprised when he wants to go see something like Transformers or explains how Alien is a magnificent movie. But I also think of Dad whenever I watch a good goofy movie. And I think of where he got that love from—Grandma, and her tendency to scare the pants off her nine-year-old son by taking him to such classics as The Brain That Wouldn’t Die.
And I think that’s part of what passed it on to me.
Thanks for that, Grandma. And I mean it.