![]() Together, we guide our buggy, a dilapidated baby carriage, out to the garden and into a grove of pecan trees. The hat is found, a straw cartwheel corsaged with velvet roses out-of-doors has faded: it once belonged to a more fashionable relative. Help me find my hat.’Ī cheery crunch, scraps of miniature thunder sound as the shells collapse and the golden mound of sweet oily ivory meat mounts in the milk-glass bowl. It’s always the same: a morning arrives in November, and my friend, as though officially inaugurating the Christmas time of year that exhilarates her imagination and fuels the blaze of her heart, announces: ‘It’s fruitcake weather! Fetch our buggy. ![]() Oh, Buddy, stop stuffing biscuit and fetch our buggy. And there were no birds singing they’ve gone to warmer country, yes indeed. ‘The courthouse bell sounded so cold and clear. ‘I knew it before I got out of bed,’ she says, turning away from the window with a purposeful excitement in her eyes. The other Buddy died in the 1880s, when she was still a child. She calls me Buddy, in memory of a boy who was formerly her best friend. Other people inhabit the house, relatives and though they have power over us, and frequently make us cry, we are not, on the whole, too much aware of them. We are cousins, very distant ones, and we have lived together – well, as long as I can remember. The person to whom she is speaking is myself. ‘Oh my,’ she exclaims, her breath smoking the windowpane, ‘it’s fruitcake weather!’ Her face is remarkable – not unlike Lincoln’s, craggy like that, and tinted by sun and wind but it is delicate too, finely boned, and her eyes are sherry-colored and timid. She is small and sprightly, like a bantam hen but, due to a long youthful illness, her shoulders are pitifully hunched. She is wearing tennis shoes and a shapeless gray sweater over a summery calico dress. ![]() Just today the fireplace commenced its seasonal roar.Ī woman with shorn white hair is standing at the kitchen window. A great black stove is its main feature but there is also a big round table and a fireplace with two rocking chairs placed in front of it. Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. I will watch this again.Imagine a morning in late November. I think this is one of those films that the older you are the more you will enjoy this. It is family safe but small children will be bored. The two leads in this film have that for each other. The heart of this story is about "Unconditional Love". This is a well made adaption of source material. Buddy and Sook embark on many delightful exploits, but forces beyond their control threaten to separate them. Though cousin Jennie (Piper Laurie) is strict and joy is hard to come by in the small town, Buddy finds an unlikely friend in his mentally challenged elder cousin, Sook (Patty Duke). NOW I HAVE NO AGENDA! I AM HONEST! I REVIEW Christmas MOVIES AS A WAY TO KEEP TRACK OF WHAT I HAVE SEEN! This film is a bout a boy named "Buddy" When Buddy's parents split and his New York thespian mother makes her career a priority, exuberant young boy Buddy (Eric Lloyd) is sent to the Depression-era South to live with distant and aging cousins. ![]() WHEN ITS A POSITIVE REVIEW THAT TELLS ME THEY WERE INVOLVED WITH THE PRODUCTION. I HAVE REVIEWED OVER 400 Christmas MOVIES.
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