casablancalover2

I just log in to Netflix and pick out my favorites, people. *Desk Set* showed up today, *Holiday Inn* is next. I hope these are the level of problems you are facing this Holiday season. I haven't been posting much, for I have been occupied with rather dark news. I just heard this week a dear friend of mine from MN is battling the same strain of Brain Cancer that struck Sen. Ted Kennedy. She is a young Pastor and mother in her late thirties and all her friends are supportive but we are all feeling powerless, save for our love for her and her family. I am 1700 miles away and feeling especially inadequate to help. I know you must be disappointed about your favorite Christmas movies, Maybe you can try the Netflix route too, or find another way on Hulu or something to watch those favorites, while gently lobbying TCM for them next Holiday season. I didn't mean to be a downer about it, but why can't we discuss the charm and not just complain about what we lack. Edited by: casablancalover2 on Dec 7, 2012 10:50 PM

Dargo wrote (about Billy Joel's We Didn't Start the Fire ) : >I've heard that for a while (and maybe still) some history teachers were using that song as some sort of a teaching aid for their students. I always thought it would be very useful in that regard; given how much time is left at the end of the school year, practically for some, the song is all they have time for.

>Dargo2: Do ya suppose Billy Joel just might've FIRST gotten the idea for his song "Only The Good Die Young" during the Cuban Missile Crisis and during HIS formative years??? no-no,,Boomer-buddy.. This song!

They weren't really my observations, but the book's, Eugenia. But I've seen it so often that I don't doubt it either. I love Kicks and Herman's Hermits at their innocent best.. Getting through the book, I thought of a Burt Bacharach/Hal David song: Elvis Costello: Edited by: casablancalover2 on Dec 3, 2012 6:54 PM

>But interestingly, the Inuit don't HAVE a word for the act of sex. THEY refer to it as "laughing". What a discovery today! Thanks. I guess that's a way to discuss it around eight year olds.

Apparently, he is a wealth of trivial information on the game circuit here. That's what he told me.

LOL , Dargo2- You were so upset, you misspelled ruining. h4. Where have all the locals gone? as far as Florida is concerned, >*Why am I being brought into this!* h3. ROFL! They want us here. Who else could they hoodwink into buying into their crappy building boom houses? (Chinese Drywall fiasco) I remember riding bikes for miles on the freeway construction sites on Sundays when no one but us kids were around. It was awesome, and it is nothing I would tell my sons or possible grandchildren in years to come. Edited by: casablancalover2 on Dec 2, 2012 2:27 PM

>My grandparents weren't even born yet in 1960. You're almost precocious....

Eugenia- this is sort of amazing. Reading from the Men are from Mars/Women are from Venus collection, Chad and Jeremy and Bonnie Tyler are right out of the playbook, so to speak. Men tend to rationalize a big breakup with starting relationships - hot and heavy- too soon or before they processed the last heartbreak out of their system, and often to disastrous results, leaving the relationships that follow wanting and even more detached. Women tend to wallow in pain, then replay the bad part, hoping to change the outcome.. Not a happy ending if they keep perpetuating the drama. I have seen that happening too. From the 1960s... From someone on a more even keel -at least for the moment.

Great choices for the Sixties, darkblue. You notice poor Chad and Jeremy had a recurring theme to their troubadour style. Always with the lost love. This one is more upbeat, but still not about being happy but still angst-hopeful

Movies of 1960: Spartacus Psycho Exodus Leviticus,, Numbers.. Deuteronomy.. sorry, old joke.. Swiss Family Robinson The Alamo The Apartment Butterfield 8 Ocean's 11 Please Don't Eat the Daisies From the Terrace The Virgin Spring Sunrise at Campobello Elmer Gantry 13 Ghosts Magnificent Seven Pollyanna the list really goes on and on, and I am missing someone's favorites here for sure. It was a very prolific year. No other need to be distracted. Why did us eight year old not see this? Well, maybe because we were eight years old and not that interested.. I didn't like ghost stories myself. Edited by: casablancalover2 on Dec 2, 2012 12:59 PM-- BadLutheranGirl

Hey Dargo2- Sorry- they've taken your nice reminisce thread and turned it into a Bxxch-fest again. (facepalm) Wow, and to think I was about to write that I didn't have any interest in watching movies that didn't have Disney involved in 1960-- _because I was eight years old_. Can we get back on track please. You can write about comparisons in Western states for home ownership, because Dargo had mentioned it, but talk about your beer-drinking drift in conversation, there must be a oldsters complaint thread around here. Getting back to the 1960 culture and movies of the day.. Edited by: casablancalover2 on Dec 2, 2012 11:53 AM

Timely thread. Tomorrow Dec. 2 ^nd^ is the unofficial "Casablanca Day"

Dargo2 in italic: >We found the housing prices in Paso Robles to be as high or higher than in the Metro L.A. area, which as you know are "not cheap". h4. Trash House, formerly occupied by hoarder, for sale. Yeah, that's why the LOL.. I found the quaint city area only offered totally trashed houses in my price range. Talk about your fixer-uppers! I blame Sideways for it's renewed popularity, though it started before that. James. I also would give deep consideration to SLO. Thought that area was very nice. Would outside the city= SLO be a risk to wildfires? >And thus, because ot that initial fond image I had of Prescott, AND because you can get so much more house and land here for the money than in Paso or in almost any other desirable area of California, we bought our first retirement home in the pines of Prescott....though of course as I mentioned earlier, the beauty of Sedona would eventually win us over. Sedona seemed altitude friendly, yet not so blistering hot when I visited in May. I have not been to Prescott.. I may visit ..

Actually, I like THE MIRACLE OF THE BELLS too for I don't think it hokey but a real way we perceive miracles and the notion the MacMurray character tries a publicity stunt for a noble reason.

*KItty Foyle*.. which may have been mentioned earlier. Edited by: casablancalover2 on Dec 1, 2012 6:05 PM

PASO ROBLES!!! PASO ROBLES! YOU GAVE UP Paso Robles! well, that leaves that little fixer-upper craftsmen on Vine Street... LOL

I smile at your post, Janet. Your remembering from watching movies on TV with your dad.. We were losing the neighborhood cinema that rapidly and it was gone by the time you were around 8 or so. You have a different frame of reference. You don't recall the experience of the Cuban Missile Crisis or the Kennedy assassination, but you possibly knew kids with much older brothers who died in Vietnam. Your awakening must have been during the Disco years. I'm sorry. Being post-Boomer (though many historians mark it at birth from 1946-1960, mainly for birth statistics) has it's own memories, of Iran hostages (you should see ARGO) and post-Watergate, maybe? I remember when we cared enough to be watching the hearings live, but by that time, I was already an adult and married. Did you remember black/white TV, or was it color TV by as far back as you remember?

I forgot!! Knox is one of the more charming men onscreen and such anti-hero hunk in his unique bespectacled way. Why some of us women love the brainiacs.

Sixties weekend: Every Mother's Son: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50b-Q-Z1bF0

Bonnie Tyler:

Oh dear, willbe.. Does that mean you were not close to eight years old in 1960? You are reading as someone younger. We cannot help or apologize for our age.. LOL I was eight years old in 1960. I feel very grandmotherly right now about this discussion. Geez, I am even living in God's waiting room (!) but I tell everyone it is for the weather, and I do dream at night about Mid-coastal California, the way some will dream of living on Tahiti. My recollections of the period were of watching Swiss Family Robinson and Pollyanna at the old neighborhood theater, which later became a bank, which later became a failed S&L of the 1980's. I had more to fear in the Eighties when I had grown up than what I recall from my childhood. The nuclear threat was always there, but it was only a concept to me, until later with the Cuban Missile Crisis. I was too busy worrying about not to taste the fresh fallen snow, because of the radioactivity of the bomb testing going on in other parts of the world and the drift of weather currents. Back in the old days, we did far more scientific study and it was trusted as science, not trashed by politicians for an agenda. That is not to say there wasn't political chicanery going on, but it was more often than not called out by a fearless press. My parents were Union Democrats, a label that makes more sense in Minnesota and it's politics than anywhere else, so a photograph was present of John F. Kennedy in the living room of the very modest post-war bungalow where my family of six lived. There was an Interstate highway under construction less than four blocks from my home, and we had one small car for my dad, and my mom went to work on the bus or by my dad driving her there. Before minivans, we called it the family cab. We had no immediate neighbors of any other culture, only difference being other Christian churches, or Republicans. Our family's income level was very close to everyone else's. Corporal punishment was a norm, and so were a family's secrets of alcoholism and emotional distress. Every kid knew of one family on the block who had problems that they "weren't suppose to know about." At least in my childhood that happened. The neighborhood was far more newsworthy to me than what was going on in the greater world, though my mom and dad did faithfully subscribe to both TIME and LIFE magazine. I know this is reading much like an article in _Reminisce_, and I do apologize for that, But I think it is also an important perspective that gets lost in the speed of our transformation of communications and as a nation. I have kept up; I have all the accustomed social-media accounts, and I also have websites and a blog I maintain. Dargo2 and others must realize by now us baby-boomers are sort of the last of the old ways, I find almost half of my friends never log-in to anything, having disregarded the Wired Age as something unnecessary or something totally to be shunned and derisive about. But they are becoming insignificant to all but closest family that is slowly dying out, quite literally. One old girlfriend called me yesterday to see if I could give her any pointers on getting a cell phone. Her husband had recently died, and now she was needing a computer too, for her husband was the only one using one that sounded like it was Windows XP... She is going to be fine; she does have a 16 year old nephew nearby. Okay, let's discuss...

I was in a choir years ago singing Handel's Messiah, the passage- Unto Us a Child is Born.. True, it's singing, and not speaking in dialog. The Choirmaster asked us to intentionally mispronounce counselor in the lyric, singing a hard K, as if to sing to Kunsler -yes, he made reference to the Attorney of the '70s. He reasoned, the way we were doing it too many were making that passage sound a "little muddy" and not crisp to the music, like we were trying to thrown in an extra half-syllable. He wanted simply a little harder K sound. I must say, it worked. Now i listen carefully to the piece to hear how crisply the choir carries it off. He was right; I don't care for the coun-selor which tends to emphasize the wrong musical syllable. The harder K sounds better in chorus. KONselor COWNselor KUNselor I need to find a singalong Messiah around here..

If you mean Rochester's noble coach dog, Pilot, I believe he was a Great Dane.

It's the voice that gets me... I love a deep baritone, naturally yet carefully sounding the syllables. John Houseman is the writer, and he went direct to the source in many scenes. imho, Welles captures Rochester perfectly. Brooding, hiding a pain that's deep and unexplainable.