I called my mom on Mother’s Day.
“Happy Mother’s Day!”
“Thank you. What’s new up by you?
“Not a whole lot. Uh, I’m going to see the last in a series of Hitchcock movies for a local film festival tomorrow night.”
“Ooh! Which one? I think I must have seen all of his movies.”
“The Man Who Knew Too Much, with Jimmy Stewart and Doris Day.”
“I love that one! Your grandfather took us, your uncles and me, to see it when we were little. I remember. Going to the movies was a special treat, and he wanted to show us the landmarks and sights he saw when he was stationed in Morocco. I remember looking at him and seeing how happy he was we were there.
“I wonder if my brothers remember that. We used to tell stories about when we were kids when we got together. Now I’m afraid we’re going to forget all of them before we write them down.”
Here’s the first one written down, Mom.