I love the irony of a family gathering on Independence Day. We’ve mostly all grown up and moved on in our lives to form new families and new connections far away from “home,” yet this year, as in years past, my siblings and I have gathered at my sister’s house in Waterford, Michigan, to celebrate our country’s beginnings and our family’s continuing close connection. Do you, too, connect with friends and family for the fourth of July?
I think the fireworks at this time of year are also appropriate. Yes, the rockets’ red glare and bombs bursting in air do still give proof that our love of country and family are still there. Thank you Francis Scott Key. I also like the idea that people yelling and disagreeing does make a lot of noise sometimes, but eventually the noise dies away, leaving a strength of family and love. How cool is that?
During my visit to Detroit this year, Sis and I watched the movie, “Return to Me,” starring Minnie Driver and David Duchovny. The story is a romance (hey, sister week, remember?) between a heart transplant woman and a widower who’s wife was the heart donor. That premise itself is a wonderful thought to play with, but what really appealed to me was the love of the ‘family’ that was in evidence throughout the story. There was a grandpa (Carroll O’Connor) and an uncle (Robert Loggia) and a bunch of guys who would debate the best singers ever over games of poker. I also liked the layer of a younger family with bunches of kids and the mom and dad (Bonnie Hunt and Jim Belushi) who constantly yelled but were obviously in a rhythm of love and fireworks throughout their lives.
I think it is the wrapping of love in movies and stories that make them so worthwhile. I really enjoy it when there are no real “bad guys,” but real people who just see things differently. Remember the movie, “Sabrina?” Either version will do. Or if you like something a little less romantic, how ’bout “Remember the Titans?” These feel-good movies and stories touch us as humans and help us see that life is exciting even without romantic kisses or gunshot-riddled sets. They help us believe an important truth–every human being counts in this world.
Sometimes stories have to have violence and force to carry their story. I couldn’t imagine “The Godfather” without the shooting scenes. But there is a line between moving the story along and gratuitous violence. I watched a couple of episodes of “Game of Thrones,” and stopped because I couldn’t buy into the violence there. My nephews disagreed vehemently, saying that the violence made this fantasy show more “realistic.” Interesting.
For me, when I watch a movie or television show, or read a good book, I want to be entertained. Violence doesn’t do that for me. But I’m open to debate. How do you feel about violence as part of the story line? How much is necessary, and when do you think it goes over the top?
And also for me, I can’t get enough of humor and affection. Where would we be without friends on-screen like Whoopi Goldberg or Robin Williams? No, I can’t watch all this feel-good non-stop. That would be like eating three birthday cakes in one weekend, with a chaser of soda-pop, and pancakes for breakfast. Oops! Did you see me last week?
And I can’t leave my memories of the weekend without a mention of Henry. Henry is my niece’s family dog. I first saw him two years ago when “grandma and grandpa” brought him to the family party, and he politely let another little relative use his kennel. This year, Henry came inside for a quick hello. He is huge now (close to eighty pounds according to my adorable great-niece), but as quiet and friendly as I remembered him. Henry must have gone outside with the younger people because after a quick hello pat I didn’t see him the rest of the day.
However, when it was time to go home, Henry did his best. He ran up to the car and sat waiting for the back to open up. Unfortunately, he had the wrong car. The one he chose was “Ocie’s car,” Ocie being another sister who was traveling in a different direction. Ocie’s grandson is very fond of cars, and hers is always the best. Add to this that Ocie has a new car and, well, who could blame Henry for wanting to go in it?
No matter how the Henry family coaxed and cajoled, Henry wouldn’t move. If this were a taste test, Ocie’s car won the day. So how do you move a big dog who doesn’t want to move?
My niece and her two kids picked up Henry, and walked around the corner to the “right car.” Personally? I think Henry has good taste in cars, but has ended up with a loving family. Best of both worlds.
Wishing you love in all of your conflicts this week.