“Where the Red Fern Grows” was released in 1974. I remember my mom having taken my two brothers and me to see the movie in December. I don’t know if dad was working late or just uninterested but he was not with us.
My mom had driven the orange Honda – not a practical family car - but there weren’t the restrictions of where children sat in the car. I would imagine that either Keith or I had sat in front and the other two were in back. I would have been twelve, Keith ten and Steven would be four in latter March.
After the movie had ended we returned to our car in the frozen and foggy parking lot. I don’t know if the key to the door turned or not – I’m thinking not. We sent Steven in through the hatchback to see if he could unlock the door for us – which he did. But the door still would not open. So Keith and I crawled through to assist. The doors would not budge. They were frozen shut. My mom, who was four to six weeks short of giving birth to my sister, crawled through the hatchback as well. Right now it just seems so unreal that she was able to do that.
What a memory!
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