Next to Fanny & Alexander and Brazil, A Christmas Memory (Perry 1956) is my favorite holiday film. Narrated by Truman Capote and starring Geraldine Page, A Christmas Memory proposes seasonal rituals I’d like to reenact: paper kite construction, Christmas tree salvage, serving nips of Whiskey to minors and mass fruit cake production (funded through the staging of a “fun and freak show”).
Our family VHS copy of A Christmas Memory has warped and color shifted to blue. However, I locate a copy on YouTube (in 6 segments!). Watch it before it disappears from view.
Together, we guide our buggy, a dilapidated baby carriage, out to the garden and into a grove of pecan trees.
But before these purchases can be made, there is the question of money. Neither of us has any.
My friend has a better haul. A sack of Satsumas, that’s her best present. She is proudest, however, of a white wool shawl knitted by her married sister.
my 8th grade homeroom teacher, Mrs. Felix, read this story to us in a rather performative manner. every time i see reference to the story, i think of her exclaiming with great enthusiasm, “Oh my! It’s fruitcake weather!”
-deepfry