Pamela Tracy here talking about Thanksgiving Day. For me, it was very easy. See, my sister-in-law did Thanksgiving at her house. She told me not to bring anything, so I decided to bake cookies from scratch. I didn't take them to her house because they tasted horrible (bitter aftertaste: sister-in-law who can cooks surmises that I added too much baking soda, or maybe I was supposed to add baking powder. Hmmm, maybe I should go look at that recipe again and then at what I added, but I digress).
After the meal was over, the men went out to the camper to sit and talk men stuff, so Patti, me, Mikey, and Grandpa settled down in front of the telly. Miracle on 34th Street was on.
Only, it was the wrong one! See, the one pictured above with Maureen O'Hara and John Payne is the right now. And, really, if it ain't broke, why fix it? I spent the whole movie comparing how right for the part Maureen was and how not so right for the part Elizabeth Perkins was (I like Elizabeth Perkins by the way, especially in About Last Night). The one with Maureen O'Hara had the most perfect moment. It was when a little French girl sat on Santa's lap and Santa spoke French to her. Natalie Woods' eyes got big, and she knew Edmund Gwenn was the real Santa.
It got me thinking, though. See, our favorite classics often have to do with our age. The first three James Bond movies I saw all had Roger Moore as 007. When I saw Sean Connery as the spy, I thought, "No no no no no no." My sister in law saw Connery first and thought Roger a pale comparison. Timothy Dalton didn't do it for me, and neither did the Remington Steele guy.
So, which is the best 34th Street? Who is the best Bond?
Oh, and because it's just too cute to share. Here's a picture of my four-year-old as we take a Pink Jeep tour in the wilds of Sedona.
