The Wizard of Oz

When I was a young girl, we lived out in the country. Mary, my best friend, lived across the road.

We were a family of routine. Dinner was the same time every evening. My mom went grocery shopping at the same time every weekend. Laundry and cleaning were done on the same day. Everything was just a matter of routine. There was a strictly adhered to bathtime and bedtime.

I had seen "The Wizard of Oz" before and just loved it. I watched it with my mom and dad in our living room, on a black and white TV set.

This particular year, my mom had a real surprise...after my bath, we drove over to Mary's house and picked her up. She was in her pajamas too. We had no idea what was going on, and like typical kids, asked a bunch of questions. Of course we got no answers.

Mom took us to my grandparents' house and Mary and I sat in the TV room and they turned on "The Wizard of Oz." Okay, that's really nice. I was glad I could see it again. Everything was just as I remembered it....

UNTIL...

Dorothy's house landed and she began to walk outside!

WOW!

WOW!!

My grandparents lived in town, and they had recently purchased one of those new fangled color television sets. Mary and I were ecstatic! We were mesmerized for the rest of the show!

I remember being so excited about this and I can't even begin to describe how seeing it in color changed everything!

We were just flipping through the channels and came across "The Wizard of Oz" and it brought back that memory.

We watched a little of it, then changed the channel. I guess it's just not the same when it's on TV 10 times a year AND we have the video tape.

I wish some things had never changed.