Back in 1977, I was a mere 15 years old. I took my Dad to the movie theater to see a war movie called A Bridge Too Far. I never liked war movies, and I still don’t care that much for them. Dad and I watched this movie on DVD last Friday night. It was still a good movie, all 3 hours of it. With an all-star cast and great production, it kept my attention. Not just Friday night, but all those years ago when I was just 15 years old! This really isn’t about the movie, though. It’s about the memory of seeing it with my Dad.
For all these years, I thought we saw the movie with the original Jaws, but after Googling Jaws, I learned that there were 2 years between the movies. I asked Dad about it and he said he remembered us going to the movies twice; first to see Jaws and then a second time to see A Bridge Too Far. Now, his short-term memory sucks but he does have good long-term memory so I have to trust his memory vs. mine.
I think I had more fun in the theater with my Dad than I ever did with my mom. I took Mom to see Jaws, too. Of course, she drove because in 1975 I was only 13. She laughed during the movie (sadistically, I might add) and seemed like she couldn’t wait to get home. I never went with her again!
Dad was a different story. He has always loved a good war movie. As a kid, he and his friends used to go to the movies. It cost just a few measly cents to get into the theater back then. Oh, the stories he used to tell about those days! He was happy to see a good war movie, even with his daughter. We had popcorn and soda, everything my treat. I spent my hard-earned babysitting money! It was a good memory. Just me and Dad.

A Bridge Too Far / 1977 / Starring Sean Connery, Michael Caine, Anthony Hopkins, Robert Redford, James Caan, Ryan O’Neal, Gene Hackman, Lawrence Olivier, Elliott Gould, Maximilian Schell, Ben Cross, and more.

What a wonderful memory of your dad! You are so lucky that your dad made the time to go to the movies with you and actually enjoying the experience. That must be something you will cherish for the rest of your life, glad you wrote it down. My dad never did anything with his kids, let alone his daughter unless he was made to. He took us fishing and camping but those were things HE wanted to do. And because my uncles and their families would go too. He saw me as a daughter but what he really wanted was a son. It wasn’t until I was an adult I found out he was disappointed that I wasn’t a boy when I was born. He never said it to me, but I overheard him telling my uncle one day. Instead of being hurt, I was so angry because four years after I was born, he had a son, who he ignored just as much. So, it pissed me off because what did it matter what order we were born in? He ignored both of equally. Cherish the me,Oreos you make with your dad my friend, he loves you so 💜💜💜🤗🤗.
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This damned autocorrect, what Oreos!?! I wrote cherish the memories you make with your dad…….🙄
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Thanks, my friend. Yes, I do have some good memories growing up. Most include my dad. The bad memories include my mom.
Sounds like your dad needed a swift kick…or something. I can’t even imagine how that made you feel.
My dad took me fishing and camping, too. I have fond memories of backpacking trips, some cross country trips and I wish I could have those days back. Not only for the memories and fun of it but also for the mobility, IYKWIM.
I’ll always cherish those memories…OREOS. Lmao! I turn off autocorrect. I always say, “I can make my own mistakes. I don’t need autocorrect making them for me!” Lol.
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