My dad had this big black leather chair and foot stool. Maybe it was pleather. He has not had it for probably 25 or 30 years, but when I think of my Dad's chair, that is the one that comes to mind.
It was more than four decades ago and I woke with a bad dream, or had to go pee, or just could not sleep. It seemed like the middle of the night, but I am sure it was not that late. Dad let me climb up into his chair with him, if I would be quiet and watch the movie. He was eating potato chips and he let me have some.
Dad was watching PT 109. I remember with vivid detail the Japanese destroyer cutting the 109 in half. I remember the men swimming and swimming. I remember falling asleep snuggled with my Dad.
I am not sure how old I was, but pretty small. IMDB tells me PT 109 came out in theaters in 1963. It had to be 1965 or so before it came to TV. I would guess I was three or four at the most. This episode remains one of my fondest memories.
I watched PT 109 Sunday. I talked to my Dad. He is doing fine.
6 comments:
This post made me smile.
Dads are just as important as moms, IMHO.
What a terrific memory. Did you ask your dad if he remembers it, too?
Good memory, HB. I remember in 1963 when a new show called "The Fugitive", starring David Janssen came on. My Mom and I loved the show, and would look forward to it every week. It was different from any other show on TV at that time. Mom is long gone now, but the show recently has come out on DVD, and I have relived those memories fondly.
Punko
Thanks for the smile.
Dick
Man, that was neat to read.
Thank You for posting this! I love your blog!!
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