Yes, I love Lucy. But it’s not so much the wardrobe, the timing, or the writing. Nothing that happened in Burbank makes me love it. It’s what happened in South Bend, Tulsa, and Warren.
When we watched “I Love Lucy” in our living room, my parents laughed deep down. It made me feel like all was right with the world. It’s that bliss that keeps me watching the show.
And so the torch was passed last night. Isaac watched his first “I Love Lucy” episode — “L.A. at Last.” He guffawed along with Mommy at the pratfalls and flaming noses. I’m still the only one who noticed the special square Fire King azurite Charm cups Bill Holden uses in only that episode (those I aspire to collect).
Today another bit of media tradition is preserved. Little Isaac woke up with a stomach bug. If I were to truly be my mother, I’d make a pot of chicken soup, but so far liquified jello will have to do. We do watch Mary Poppins — my favorite childhood movie — over and over. It seems to fit. Mommy, Daddy, Jane and Michael all skipping off to enjoy each other while flying a kite. It doesn’t matter that the kite’s patched and mended. It’s laughing deep down with your favorite people that matters.
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I thought my mom was the only one who made liquid jello when we were sick.
I think the little guy needs some vetavitavegimen.
Uh, Will, to quote Lucy herself, “Remember that name! It’s vita-meata-vegamin.”
http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c339/nataliegonzalez/Vitameatavegamin.jpg
😉
nothing beats laughing hardest with the ones we love. *heart*