How You Know This is 2009: Movies, hey presto

For those of you who grew up with VCRs, here's your history lesson for this week.

In 1975 I saw Disney's Cinderella for the first time. That's how movies used to work; you saw them when they came to town, and that was it, unless maybe NBC or CBS showed them on TV at a time you were going to be home, and hopefully you weren't pulled away halfway through to watch dinner or go to bed or something else unimportant. If it was the annual broadcast of The Wizard of Oz or White Christmas or The Sound of Music, you usually got to see enough pieces of whichever movie it was over the years that you could say you'd seen most of it, even if you didn't really want to. But Cinderella, for some reason, we'd never seen, until my parents noticed that it was playing at the drive-in and decided to take us.

So we all packed into the Chev Nova and drove about half an hour to the drive-in theater a couple of towns away (the first time I'd ever been to a drive-in), waited until it was dark and they could start the movie, and then, since it was a double feature, we had to sit through One of Our Dinosaurs Is Missing first. By the time Cinderella came on, FarAwaySis and I were full of popcorn and practically asleep already, but we enjoyed it anyway, if a little groggily.

Now it's on You-Tube. Bibbidy bobbidy boo.