When I was growing up, my maternal grandmother lived with us. She was born in 1922, had polio when she was 2, grew up during the Great Depression and had to leave high school to help raise her five brothers and sisters. However, these weren’t the stories she used to tell me about her childhood. Instead, she would tell me about the magic of going to the movies, the feelings she had in these moments of escapism, and then share with me her favorite movies when they came on TV.
