Sentimentality
in Life and in Films ©
By
Michael Casey
I’ve
just watched Hope Floats on the telly, an old Sandra Bullock film it was nice
and sentimental and had some nice comic moments in it. Meanwhile this morning
my daughter had to go back and collect the keys she had lost while out with an
artist friend the day before. Thankfully the security crew had found them, and
yes we gave her merry hell last night, as we would have had to change the locks
on our doors. So we let her waste 2 hours this morning on 2 buses there and 2
buses back till she retrieved her keys. You don’t get a chauffeur from mum if
you make such a stupid mistake. I told
my daughter yesterday that we’d laugh about it in the future, and it would
become a treasured memory. Once the screaming finished there would be laughter.
Today
dawned and a new day and a new life was born. My wife’s boss’s wife gave birth to their first child
today. So the lost keys gave way to the joy of life. The key to life is babies
and family after all. No doubt in future the baby may be baptised. I mention this because Paul the Vicar was
talking to me yesterday and he said the narrowboat trip was cancelled, and that
once he cycled into the canal in Birmingham. I smiled as I said it must have
been a form of baptism for him. He replied it was the filthiest water he had
ever been in. I thought he’d not met
some of the Souls I’d worked with over
my life.
We
can be sentimental after the event, at the time in real time things can be murder. I know from bitter experience
how the Wall, not the one when you run a Marathon but the one in Life
can be very hard or high, but afterwards the Relief is so great. Then you can
sit around and laugh as you have a beer
or just a coffee and biscuits and think just how did you survive. Our police,
nurses, teachers, bus drivers, mothers
and fathers all have memories that take them to the brink of disaster, mainly
other people’s that they have to sort out, our live with. Then afterwards in
bed as they talk through the day with their lover or partner, they realise how
lucky they were to survive that day. Then they can laugh, even laugh till tears
fall.
At
a funeral we can say, I hated that bitch, but I loved her, she was terrible to
me, but I’ll miss her so much, she lent me that money to start my business but
refused to accept payback. She said pay for my funeral instead, that’s why we
have 6 black horses, and a hall for 1000 people and a gospel band here at her
funeral. Mom I really miss you, all the things you made me do, like always
polish my shoes, like always but always shave. And I was just a mechanic, until
she pushed me, I ended up with a Limo hire business, and I diversified into the
funeral business as I liked the cars so much. That’s why she said pay for her funeral.
So
life is hard but we are very sentimental about the smallest of things. Nobody
dare throw out that old chair, cos uncle always used to sit on it, and he used
to tell such outrageous stories, did he really have 27 children? Or was he a
liar? The old ladies used to blush when they saw him, and lots of boys and girls used to come and stuff ten pound notes in his top pocket, he was their dad and granddad
and great-grandad. He must have has 1000 pounds in that pocket alone. Then
when the priest and the rabbi and
imam came by he always slipped money into their hands asking for prayers
for his soul.
WE
are sentimental when we remember old stories and they can hit us like a bullet
just when we least expect it, I told a story about how my uncle was visiting
from Boston USA and he hadn’t told mum that he was coming so he came in the
back door with her sister Hanna and Joe her husband. Then mum turned around to
see her brother who she had not seen in years, so she dropped a bowl full of
crockery smashing them. Remember then we did not have a phone, mobiles had not
been invented and a twice yearly letter was what all you got. A simple ordinary
story but when I told my daughter the other day I started to cry. Why? Because
I remember the Family Love, my mum, my uncles and aunt and my dad. I have a
snapshot of it in my mind, like I’ve said before, even if I don’t have Total
Recall I am a vacuum. So emotion gets sucked up too.
All
of you reading this all over the world, and especially in Poland have these
great great family memories, so you can think of you own family and friends and
remember the laughter and anger then laughter again as family life unfolds, and
sometime vomits like a baby on the Page of Life. So swop stories as you have a
meal today and say Michael Casey encouraged you to think of the Sentimental
Times, the Laughter Times. See who has the funniest story, the stupidest story.
And when you are
in bed with your wife you can share other stories, just use your imagination. Then
the children will ask mum and day why
were you laughing so much in bed last night. You can tell them as Clare Moore
once did, when her dad asked her why she was laughing so much in her bed room.
Its Michael Casey he’s making me laugh, she was reading my stories.
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