900 miles of driving later, we are back home. Needless to say, we are pretty tired. We drove up to Sudbury on Friday night, returning today. Saturday afternoon was Mom's 90th birthday, and it was a very busy and very noisy affair. My brother Steve and my sister-in-law Lynne organized everything. Over 25 guests attended, with about 15 staying over for dinner later. The day was cool but mostly sunny, so a large part of the afternoon was spent outdoors in the big back yard. I will have more photos and words about the event in coming nights.
Family and friends attending Mom's 90th birthday. Mom usually has her eyes closed during photos. Her sister Pauline is on Mom's left, and her brother Bill is seated on her right. My two beautiful nieces are in front, with my brother Steve in blue behind me. Dad is standing behind Mom, wearing sun glasses. To his right is Lynne, and then Deb.
Emma-Lee and Dad help Mom blow out 9 skinny candles. I wanted all 90 of them on the cake, but was voted down.
We watched a short film tonight. Our Betters is a film from 1933, filmed by George Cukor from a play by Somerset Maugham. Watching this stuff today is quite challenging. The film is 86 years old, and though it still does have things to say to us today, the way they are said doesn't have much meaning anymore. There are some funny lines and situations, but the main thing one takes away from a viewing is that certain writers can still be read from those days, though not necessarily very much. Even Korda's and Carol Reed's acclaimed films which we recently saw can be somewhat challenging. But I found this very early Cukor film even a bit beyond that, though there were many very enjoyable moments. I'm certain Maugham's play looses much in translation to an early talkie, but even so I am not too inclined to go searching for a copy of the play. Now Oscar Wilde, on the other hand....
This was Deb's selection for tonight's Criterion Channel feature.
Mapman Mike
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