“The whole of life is just like watching a film. Only it’s as though you always get in ten minutes after the big picture has started, and no-one will tell you the plot, so you have to work it out all yourself from the clues.” ― Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures
You could say I was born to love movies. My earliest memories were of me watching them from my Grandmother’s lap on a Saturday afternoon. We would often fall asleep in her comfy chair to good ‘ol B&W. When I played with my dolls, they had names of Claudette Colbert, Greta Garbo and other film stars from the 1920’s and 1930’s. And speaking of names, my own, Tara, was given to me by Grandmother, from her favorite film, Gone with the Wind.
Gone With The Wind, MGM. 1939
Movies were my dream world. I could pretend to be anyone, go to faraway places, and create a new home for myself when I didn’t want to face the one I lived in. I sometimes catch that same sparkle in my daughter’s eyes when she see’s a movie for the first time. My husband Glen shares a passion for film as I do and built us a wonderful place to watch movies together as a family. Only now I can watch them on a big theater screen instead of my little one of my younger days.