Have you ever struggled to identify
a scene from long-ago?
Not a memory, exactly... more like an apparition.
I'm thinking of a 1950's (televised) movie -- something akin to what we now call a Hallmark Classic:
Christmas eve, a poor boy shivers in his thin jacket. On tip-toe, his bare fingers scrape a bit of frost from the window of a grand home. Inside, his younger brothers and sisters are enjoying a festive holiday feast with their doting, newly-adoptive parents.
Unbenownst to the occupants, the brother raises one hand - then turns and slowly walks away in the snow.
At the time, I thought it the saddest story ever told.
Fast-forward a decade. Or several ...
I'm not sure if it's human nature (or a character flaw!) but this time of year, when darkness dominates, I can't help but glance inside unshuttered windows along the way.
Don't get me wrong!
I'm not one to lurk in the shadows.
But, even a momentary glance leaves me feeling guilty. What do I expect to see, anyway?
I recall another grand home that captured my fancy -- this on a fabled avenue in West Texas. The 'silk stocking district', as my parents might say.
It seemed the home's occupants never cloistered themselves -- at least not their wonderfully-appointed formal living and dining rooms.
Dang, but my imagination used to run amok! I visualized the family members, each looking as if he or she had been selected by a Madison Avenue maven. It was only fitting.
For as long as I can remember, I've been all about closed drapes and sealed shutters.
I've mentioned this before, but have to chuckle at the irony of my father's admonition when he'd call home each eve:
"Are all the doors locked ... the curtains drawn?"
(This, in arguably the safest non-military township in the Nation!)
Here's a pix of sis-in-law's den/sun room.
When we last visited it was all I could do to sit nicely watching TV after dark.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. "Aren't you concerned about someone on the other side of the glass, out there in the woods?"
I guess that hadn't occurred to her. Theirs is, after all a gated community with 24-7 security patrols.
Still, it's not someplace you'd ever catch me in my ratty, mis-matched jammies!
Does being watched - even fleetingly - concern you?
Fright Night's looming ... stay safe, m'friends!
Hugs from Phoenix,