My First Movie

Not long back while visiting my sister in the home she is in, she has quite a bit of mental problems, she brought up the trip to the movie, our very first movie.

I had told about this event to my wife Linda a long time back, she got a big kick out of it, hope you do to, and it did my heart good for Dixie to remember that Saturday night so long ago.

I will just tell about that night as I remember it. Like I said, this was our first movie, plus my life had been shaken up quite bad just recently.

It was one of those westerns in full color and John Wayne was in it and Richard Widmark, may have that last name misspelled.

Any way we were setting about half way down in the center. Now I had never seen nothing like this, probably had not even see a TV, and this was right after I was left at the Smiths by the Rivers and spend most all afternoon crying.

Anyway, the cowboys and Indians were on that big screen going ever which way, bullets were flying, arrows where flying, people were falling off of their horses dead, I got scared!

I leaned over an told Dixie, "Lets get out of here, I'm getting scared."

Of course she tells me, "Be quite, watch the movie."

Well the last thing I wanted to do was watch this movie and be quite, everyone was getting killed and it looked to me as if they were going to come right out on top of us and we had not where to hide nor run.

So a few minutes later I whispered to her, "Dixie, Lets get out of here, I'm sacred."

Of course again she tells me to be quite and watch the movie. Well I set there for a bit, them I could not stand it no more, I jump up and head out of that place just as fast as my 5 year old legs would carry me. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I was getting out of there before it was to late. But when I got out the front of the movie theater and the sidewalk, I turn right and go running up the sidewalk on main street.

This was on a Saturday night, back in those day most ever one went to town on Saturday evening and the streets would be full of cars, and many people standing on the sidewalks visiting with one another catching up on what had happened in the past week.

Well as I run up the street, the woman I called mother, and her mother were setting in the car with the doors open.

Grandma saw me running up the street, and told mother, "Isn't that Jerry running up the street?"

Sure enough when she looked it was me, the man I called dad was standing out there talking to a man, mom hollered at him, "Kelsie, there goes Jerry running up the street, you had better catch him."

He looks around and sure enough it was me running like a streak of lighting up main street as fast as those short legs would carry me and I was suppose to be in the movie with Dixie.

Well dad takes off and it doesn't take him long to catch me. He picks me up and says, "Where in the world are you going?"

Well I look at him right straight in the eyes with a very serious look and say, "Dad, lets get out of here, there going to kill us."

Of course he asked who is going to kill us, I tell him, "Those cowboys and Indians on those horses in that building, there killing everyone in there, come on let go before they catch us and kill us!"

Them of course he realizes that I got scared and come running out of the theater.

But here not long back he while I was visiting Dixie, she says, "Why did you run out of the movie?"

At first I did not know what she was talking about, and rightly I did not expect her to even remember that night, so I asked her what movie.

That first movie we got to go see, the one that was in full color, she named the movie, who played in it.

Them I though for a moment, them said,, Dixie, are you talking about that one where I got real scared and told you lets get out of here?

She said, that's the one, why did you do that, I got in trouble because I was suppose to be watching you, but I was not about to leave, that was a good movie, what scared you?

Them I told her about what happened when dad caught me and picked me up.

I can just see myself, 5 years of age, dad caught me running up main street and I was scared out of my skin, running for my life, and I look him right in the eyes and say, "Dad, lets get out of here, there going to kill us."

Of course the only reason I remember what I said was because of the many times dad told me about that night, and he could not help but laugh when he would say, you had such a serious look on your face looking me straight in the eyes saying, "Dad, lets get out of here, there going to kill us."

I remember well, I was scared to death that night, but now I can look back on it as a precious memory, but the main thing was I had a man that cared about me and proved it over and over again thru out the years.

A man and woman brining a child in to this world don't make them a father or mother, what makes a father and mother is they love you, protect you, feed you, clothe you, and they never do nothing to you that will bring you any kind of harm, and they do not throw you away.

God blessed me, I finally had such a father and mother about the time I turned 5 years of age, and I have thanked God for them many times.

They were a real father and mother.

May God Bless,
Jerry