Thursday, July 12, 2018

Cooldown (Loretta D.)

Good afternoon everybody. Like I said last week, there was no Best Day session due to the heat and the holiday. Things are finally cooling down, both metaphorically and literally, and we'll be back in the swing of things soon enough. I would like to make a fun little announcement: I will be at the run out in this year's Blobfest! It takes place every year in Phoenixville, PA, one of the cities where The Blob was filmed. The run out reenacts the scene where the blob oozes through the movie projector into the theater, ready to eat some cinema-goers. Naturally, the audience screams and runs out of the theater! I actually found out about this from the Jerry Spinelli book "Love, Stargirl" and I've wanted to do it for years.

This movie is such a cult classic, I'd love to find out if any of the older buds ever went to see it. Or if they ever went to a similar event celebrating cult classics, like a Rocky Horror show. And if you ever went to see the first showings of The Blob, or even the first Blobfest, let us know at In the meantime, I hope you're enjoying this story in a Healthfully Air-Conditioned room!

Loretta Dotson 

I remember when I was growing up, I wasn’t overly happy with most of my immediate family members, my sisters and brothers older than me were bossy. I had to obey them and do what they commanded or dictated or they would rat on me and I would get a tongue lashing or worse, “no dessert.”
I rarely got new clothing, coats and dressers were handed down to me, I didn’t mind because they kept very good care of their clothes and also they were new to me. I had aunts and uncles that needed assistance with care and housework. We were volunteered to help out, no pay. They would say thank you ma’am. I’ll dance at your wedding. I would smile and say, “thank you.” But, I would be uttering, “you’ll never dance.” 
I loved my younger cousins – I could boss them around, kind of, but nicely. They shared their goodies with me. Sundays were church days, all day long. We had a huge picnic basket with plenty of food. We often made visits to other family members homes and functions. We felt save everyone looked out for you. We had each other’s back. Now our family members are widespread. We don’t seem them too often. Even weddings and funerals can’t unite us all. But, Facebook and messenger, Twitter and Gmail and texting makes it easier to keep in touch. 

Curated by Caitlin Cieri