I've often mentioned in this blog that my favorite movie of all time is "It's A Wonderful Life". I've occasionally tricked Cliff into watching it with me; he likes it, if I can only get him started on it. But the next generations have been less than impressed.
Well, tonight I had my two granddaughters later than usual (their parents' date night). So I more or less forced them to watch the movie with me.
They're eight and ten, so some things needed to be explained. Kids that age can't understand a "run" on a bank, or even how loans and interest work. I tried to tell them, as well as I could.
"You guys left a town house where you paid rent to a landlord," I said, "so you could buy a house of your own, and not make someone else rich."
I don't think they really got it, and I saw them getting restless during the movie.
They had to go home before the end of the movie, but I'll make sure they see the end tomorrow afternoon. Poor kids.
Surely SOMEBODY in this world will eventually see why this movie is important to me.
To see my last years' entry on "It's A Wonderful Life", click HERE.