I’m going to take a moment and talk about the effect Star Wars has had on my life. I saw A New Hope at the UA Cinema in Seattle Washington 40 some years ago. C the MP was 8 years old and N the Great was 4. We stood in a long line and we were all so excited. The theater had a very large curved screen that made you feel you were in the middle of the action. I’d never seen anything like it.
My whole life I’ve loved science fiction. As the opening credits rolled upward, my life changed. This was new, this was a revelation. As the first Star Cruiser entered the picture, N crawled onto my lap and we both ducked our heads. I looked over and C and G were doing the same. The special effects were amazing. I used to be impressed with Flash Gordon, but no more.
“Help me Obi Wan, you’re my only hope”, became a family mantra, words we all knew and loved. I think each of us can recite the movie line by line. We’re all annoyed that Chewbacca didn’t get a medal with Han and Luke. It was the first time I really thought about profiling and how unfair it can be.
The family celebrates every May the 4th. We do mega Star Wars movie viewing and watch all the movies in order. We honor the tradition.
I have a selection of Star Wars Lego watches, I carry a R2D2 purse, I have a R2D2 tattoo on my ankle, I have a Millennium Falcon waffle iron, I have Death Star mixing bowls. I don’t even feel like I’m overly obsessed. The love is deserved. It’s something we can share as a family, but I think I love it the most.
This Christmas, I’ll be seeing the last of the original series. I know there will be more, but this is different. I’m excited and sad. This is truly the end of Luke and Leia, and I will miss them, always.
Big kiss, Lynn
From the Recipe Box 