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Jim Buckley's avatar

Nice stuff, Henry. My parents divorced early, so I and my two brothers grew up with our dad, who was often absent (for work). We had lots of free time. Often though, that free time led to doing stupid and dangerous stuff. Two things I recall doing that were never smart: hanging on to the back of a city bus after a snowfall and being pulled along for a ride in the slush; building match guns out of clothespins (made with metal springs) and shooting each other with "strike anywhere" flaming wood matches. But, hey, we (most of us) made it through (though my younger brother lost the hearing in one of his ears when a firecracker went off prematurely in a pipe)...

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Polly Frost's avatar

Beautiful and touching, Henry. I'm 72 so I do know what you're talking about. I spent my first fifteen years in Altadena, as you know, above Pasadena. My mom thought Disney was a propagandist and didn't take me to see Bambi. Instead, she and my dad took me to see foreign films at The Esquire on East Colorado. So I'm quite possibly the only person of my generation who wasn't traumatized by the death of Bambi's mother. Instead I was traumatized by Jeanne Moreau in Liaisons Dangereuses. Disney was a client of my father's so we did go to Disneyland. I miss the old rides, that's true.

I didn't grow up in an innocent time. Nonetheless, I had an idyllic childhood in Altadena. I rode my horse into the mountains. My brother vroomed his go-cart up and down our street. But I wasn't allowed to walk to school or by myself. There were kidnappings and murders of children. The family next to us was beyond dysfunctional. The mother had a breakdown and wandered our street until her son and husband would get her and lock her up. My mom tried to intervene on the woman's behalf, but she got nowhere.

As a family we also watched tv shows together, but we thought the ones you mention were just good for laughs. I grew up on Mad Magazine. Which we all read as a family. And which means way more to me now than Disney. If I need cheering up I watch old Dragnets.

My family moved to Santa Barbara when I was fifteen. And then I did go to Disney movies - at the drive-in in Goleta. My stoner friends (I myself never liked or smoked weed) and I howled over Disney's The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes and the other hapless Disney films of the 60s. Sometimes we'd go to Disneyland. My friends would drop acid. I never did, so I drove us home.

I see this current Wokeness of Disney as just more Disney crap. I feel much sorrier that kids today don't grow up on Mad Magazine. Which today would be demonized for not being Woke and for making fun of Woke pieties.

But I never thought family life was better then. The next door woman I mentioned earlier shot her son in self-defense and killed him when he was sixteen. One of the Altadena girls of my generation went on to become a prominent Manson Girl.

What I feel pain over losing in all this isn't innocence, but my beautiful old and highly imperfect neighborhood in Altadena. It's gone now. The fire took it away. A Google photo of my street and childhood home looks like a bomb dropped on it. This has made me incredibly sad. And nostalgic. Because for all its human flaws, Altadena was a wonderful place to grow up in. And I mean because it was full of humans with flaws. In 2012 I wrote and performed a one woman show about growing up there called “Bad Role Models and What I Learned from Them.” My theme in my show was that it's often the most imperfect of people who teach us the best life lessons. After the fire an Altadena woman I didn't know wrote me via my website and told me how much my show meant to her and how much it means now because that Altadena, with all its imperfect characters is gone. And what Scott Weiner will try to build in its place will be an inhumane 15-minute city with perfect but deadly Wokeness.

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