what to say?
the SINGLE most romantic movie. at least to me.
i loved the music . . . the atmosphere . . . the period . . . 1939 . . .
early and mid 40’s . . . the war years . . . then barely into the 50’s.
the sheer beauty of the movie itself . . . the city of new york and
the golden era of hollywood.
and the beauty of the actors and their performances.
and . . .
the music! the MUSIC that wafted all the way through . . .
almost as a star of the show. unobtrusive yet so necessary to the story.
if you’re a man peanut reader . . . you may not be getting this . . .
my obsession with this little movie. clue coming to the rest of the
story here . . . ‘obsession.’
just to remind you of how easily it was to fall into that obsession . . .
some scenes . . . you’ll have to hum the theme i guess. we all know it!
the chance meeting in new york. after college. the war is on.
she brushes back his hair. he’s on shore leave. he’s asleep sitting up.
this is where the spark really began. back in time. back . . .
when it was all so simple then . . .
remember the dance . . . in college . . . no words . . .
just chemistry. then he disappeared back into the mist of people . . .
he needs a hotel room. it’s new york. every room in the city taken.
he agrees to stay the night with katie.
but then. as in all love stories.
something always goes terribly wrong.
this time . . .
a difference in core values and views.
who would think that would be enough? but it was.
years pass . . . it’s been a long time.
he sees her across the busy new york city street.
his face says it all.
and it is forever over.
i can’t even see the movie screen by now. each time.
the way this movie ties into my own odd little tale?
bob took me to see it first . . . one evening. we both enjoyed it.
i enjoyed it maybe just a LITTLE bit more. lol.
because i went back to the matinee’ for at least 4 more times by myself.
the last afternoon i went . . .
i left the theatre with teary eyes. lord. you’d think i could control it
by now! being 5 times and all. it’s not like i don’t know how it ends.
but no. it got me every time. it still does! and now i even own the dvd!
anyway . . .
i’m sniffling and walking to my car.
suddenly a BIG shadow kind of looms over me. i saw the shadow before
i sensed he was there.
i stopped suddenly. he very nearly ran into me.
he apologized. i said “that’s okay.”
“are you following me?”
he said “yeah. i am.”
i had just a tiny lurch of fear. but then after all it is broad daylight.
well. rather . . . late afternoon daylight.
those were the days when nobody thought about a woman being snatched
away in the daytime for pete’s sake.
i really didn’t think that much about it actually. i’m almost to my car.
and he looks okay enough.
i mean he’s not scuzzy and wearing a trenchcoat or anything.
to tell you the truth . . . i can’t remember what he looked like.
all i remember is that he was very tall.
but then . . . i’m very short. lol. so most people look tall to me.
before i could say anything next. he did.
“hey. would you like to go mess around?”
i said. “i beg your pardon?”
i remember he smiled and then he said ~
“i mean would you like to come to my place . . .
and you know . . . hang out for a few hours ?
i mean . . . ya wanna mess around? YOU know.”
i smiled sweetly back at my stalking lecher and said . . .
and this i DO remember . . . because it was discussed at some length
in a supposedly hilarious way by two certain male people later on at home . .
i had simply said to him . . .
“OH! . . well . . . no thank you. i’m afraid i have to get home and fix dinner
for my husband and a friend of ours. i’ve got a lot to do. i’ll be very busy.
but thank you anyway!”
BUT THANK YOU ANYWAY ?????
good heavens tammy. you’re not buying amway products.
i went home. i told bob and john about it.
they were sitting at the kitchen table having a glass of wine.
they were discussing wine and the making of it.
john’s brother gil nickel owned a vineyard in napa.
gil was just starting it then. and now it’s one of their family enterprises.
his son and john’s son also produce a desert wine . . . dolce.
gil’s winery is ‘far niente.’ meaning of course . . .
“how sweet to do nothing.” what a lovely name for a winery!
they produce chardonnay and cabernet. award winning wines.
gil died in 2003 at 63 i think. so sad. cancer. like my bob.
gil was 4 years younger than bob and john.
he was a fabulous man. humor and wit. an unmatchable combo.
he just ate life. he loved living like few people i’ve ever met.
he restored the old winery to its former glory.
and it is still producing now world famous wines i’ve read.
the grounds and gardens are a work of art in themselves.
it was his dream.
and at least he lived long enough to see his dream become
a beautiful reality.
that’s good if you have time to do that with a dream. always.
i lost touch with them both when my bob died. but we loved gil too.
it was john and bob who were best friends all through the years.
someday i’d like to visit napa valley and see that beautiful winery.
you should check it out if you like wine . . . or lovely gardens.
i’m not a big wine drinker actually. and now their type of world . . .
is worlds apart from my own little world. but still . . . it’s lovely.
GOOD GRIEF charlie brown! i digress. sorry ! ! !
when i told them what had happened they both began to laugh.
then they REALLY laughed. they were sort of guffawing i thought.
i’m not sure to this day what they thought was so hilarious about it.
something about ‘propositions’ and overly polite innocence.
or did the word stupidity come up? i don’t know.
or maybe they had just sampled too much wine. lol.
anyway. after we ate . . .
i got tired of them.
i walked down to my friend judy’s house and she and i had a lovely time
talking about minimalism over pie and coffee.
that’s the only out-and-out proposition i think i ever had.
at least that i now recognize.
i mean. you know. by a complete stranger.
if that propositioner had looked just like robert redford . . .
this story might have had a WHOLE different ending.
wonder who’d be laughing then ????
my bob was a robert too. and we had our own REAL love story going.
besides . . .
i would have written much better dialogue than
“ya wanna go mess around?” good lord.