I'm not sure why this memory has come back to me with such force, but it has.
There was a made for television movie that aired back in the 1970's called A Girl Named Sooner starring Cloris Leachman and Lee Remick. The little girl who played "Sooner", Susan Deer, was about 6 at the time, I think. I was probably close to that age myself. I remember this movie just as clear as day, and the way it impacted me.
I had been watching the movie with my parents before they'd sent me off to bed because it was late. I did as I was told, but eventually ended up crawling back out of bed and sneaking out of my bedroom to hide in the dining room, which was situated behind the livingroom where my parents were watching the television from the sofas. I hid there in the dark, beneath the dinner table, among the legs of the chairs, riveted to this movie about the life of this tiny girl with tangled blonde hair and a dirty dress and the troubles she faced in her little orphaned life.
My mother finally discovered me there and she gently beckoned to me, telling me that it was okay, and gathered me up in her arms on the sofa to let me watch the rest of the movie. I remember that she had a pet bird with wings that didn't work very well. She loved it very much, but the school children ended up throwing small stones at it trying to get it to fly, only to eventually kill it with one too many stones, as Sooner stood helpless, tearfully and silently watching what was taking place.
Many years later, in high school, there were bird's nests way up in the awnings on the building that housed the gymnasium. I remember the bell ringing that ended the break and walking toward the building to go back to class. I found two jock boys cruelly throwing stones at the nests, one after another, trying to knock them down from their perches. I was outraged by their actions and, although I was one of the outcasts in school that no one ever really listened to, I stood in front of the boys and shrieked at them, demanding that they stop. And they did.
I'd like to think that something about that movie - whatever it was about it that haunted me then, and still does to this day - must have given me courage to stand up to those stupid boys and make them stop. I guess I just wanted to save those tiny birds, and I didn't care what would happen to me. I grew up and went on to save other "birds", too. I got into veterinary medicine for a time, and it brought me great joy to be a part of healing so many animals and the once broken hearts of their owners.
I wish I could find a copy of that movie. I would really like to see it again. So far, my search has been fruitless other than a few pictures here and there. I guess I'll just keep trying...
There was a made for television movie that aired back in the 1970's called A Girl Named Sooner starring Cloris Leachman and Lee Remick. The little girl who played "Sooner", Susan Deer, was about 6 at the time, I think. I was probably close to that age myself. I remember this movie just as clear as day, and the way it impacted me.
I had been watching the movie with my parents before they'd sent me off to bed because it was late. I did as I was told, but eventually ended up crawling back out of bed and sneaking out of my bedroom to hide in the dining room, which was situated behind the livingroom where my parents were watching the television from the sofas. I hid there in the dark, beneath the dinner table, among the legs of the chairs, riveted to this movie about the life of this tiny girl with tangled blonde hair and a dirty dress and the troubles she faced in her little orphaned life.
My mother finally discovered me there and she gently beckoned to me, telling me that it was okay, and gathered me up in her arms on the sofa to let me watch the rest of the movie. I remember that she had a pet bird with wings that didn't work very well. She loved it very much, but the school children ended up throwing small stones at it trying to get it to fly, only to eventually kill it with one too many stones, as Sooner stood helpless, tearfully and silently watching what was taking place.
Many years later, in high school, there were bird's nests way up in the awnings on the building that housed the gymnasium. I remember the bell ringing that ended the break and walking toward the building to go back to class. I found two jock boys cruelly throwing stones at the nests, one after another, trying to knock them down from their perches. I was outraged by their actions and, although I was one of the outcasts in school that no one ever really listened to, I stood in front of the boys and shrieked at them, demanding that they stop. And they did.
I'd like to think that something about that movie - whatever it was about it that haunted me then, and still does to this day - must have given me courage to stand up to those stupid boys and make them stop. I guess I just wanted to save those tiny birds, and I didn't care what would happen to me. I grew up and went on to save other "birds", too. I got into veterinary medicine for a time, and it brought me great joy to be a part of healing so many animals and the once broken hearts of their owners.
I wish I could find a copy of that movie. I would really like to see it again. So far, my search has been fruitless other than a few pictures here and there. I guess I'll just keep trying...
ryancorpse:
Is that realy jason mewes in your candids?