|A Los Angeles Childhood - Just Like My Mother|
|Wednesday, 16 February 2011 19:42|
"Turn on the television," my heart sister Pat says, "China Beach is on."
It's the re-runs we share because, with businesses to run, neither one of us have time to watch the series when it was originally on.
I also remember re-runs of Melrose Place, when we would call each other during the commercials, "Can you imagine so and so is now with, what's his name is now with what's her name It's just like my mom, Aunt Minnie and Grandma Goldenberg back in the 40s with Our Gal Sunday, Helen Trent, and Ma Perkins. The three of them sharing the lives of others, the telephone line alive with their joy. It took them out of their own day- to- day worries, the ones that bound them together and informed their sleep at night, and that might even wake them at 4:00 a.m .
But when these programs are on the radio or on the small screen of the television they're only problems outside, nothing real we have to contend with, others' sorrows and joys to cry or rejoice over. Outside of us, yet pulling us together. It's a way of celebration. We can share.
I only realize this as I read my memoir, Saving Myself: a Los Angeles Childhood at 6:00 a.m. revisiting my childhood that time right after Grandma Goldenberg died and my mother and I listen to the soaps, a child with her mother sharing what was outside of themselves to pull them together in celebration that they have each other no matter what. A lesson I needed so much in my young life, and a lesson so poignant and vital even now.
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