Saturday, May 21, 2011

Saturday Morning Cowboy Movies

My sisters Deana, Lynn, and I have discussed what a traumatic childhood we all had.  While growing up, to get us out of the house, so the mother could have peace and quiet, Dad was politely asked compelled to take us to the movies. Of course, as soon as we jumped into the car sans seat belts we began begging to see the latest Disney flick as Mother had told him to do.  Dad was kind of the silent sort so he didn't say much.  This was back in the day when the 4-5 movie theaters in town only had one movie playing at a time, not like the mega-theaters of today.  So we would pull up to the theater only to see the marquee blazing with titles like "The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean" with Paul Newman, "Patton" with George C. Scott, "High Plains Drifter" with Clint Eastwood, or "The Cowboys" with John Wayne.  Back in the day, my mother didn't think these movies were appropriate for the 3-13 year old set. Especially since we came home quoting lines.

Stuttering Boy Wilson: Son-of-a-bitch. 
Wil Andersen (John Wayne): What did you say? 
Stuttering Boy Wilson: You god-damned son-of-a-bitch! 
Wil Andersen: Say that again. 
Stuttering Boy Wilson: You god-damned, mean, son-of-a-bitch! 
Wil Andersen: Say it faster. 
Stuttering Boy Wilson: You god-damned, mean, dirty, son-of-a-bitch! 
Wil Andersen: I wouldn't make it a habit of calling me that, son. 

Soldier: Where ya goin', General?
Patton: Berlin. I'm going to personally shoot that paper-hangin' sonofabitch. 

Now with the magic of satellite television, I can re-enjoy these flicks every Saturday morning on AMC channel.  And I do. Every Saturday morning. With Dad parked on his recliner. And me on the love seat.  

1 comment:

  1. Your last paragraph made me smile. I'm sure your Dad loves spending Sat mornings with you. What a great tradition.