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Title: Pretty cool family movie from the 50's
Post by: Grappa on December 26, 2010, 09:21:06 AM
In July 1956, the five-member Barstow family of Wethersfield, Connecticut, won a free trip to newly-opened Disneyland in Anaheim, California, in a nationwide contest. This 30-minute amateur documentary film tells the fabulous story of their fun-filled, dream-come-true, family travel adventure, filmed on the scene at Walt Disney's "Magic Kingdom" by Robbins Barstow.

In December 2008, "Disneyland Dream" was named to the National Film Registry by the Librarian of Congress.





http://www.archive.org/details/barstow_disneyland_dream_1956 (http://www.archive.org/details/barstow_disneyland_dream_1956)

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Title: Re: Pretty cool family movie from the 50's
Post by: RAT900 on December 29, 2010, 05:33:48 AM
That was pretty cool

frighteningly wholesome...pathologically so

Escalating Cold War...the threat of Atomic/Nuclear War always hanging over us like a cloud...Air Raid Drills in Grade school weekly

yet we were scripted into this Leave-It-To-Beaver normality that few of us actually lived....at least not in the places where I grew up

Our fathers had returned from WW2 with heads full of horror, savagery and in some cases guilt that they could never adequately explain or convey to those who weren't there...so they remained silent unless they got together and/or got drunk....they could not un-see, un-do or un-live what they endured...there was no emancipation from that episode or their childhoods in the Great Depression that preceded the war

There was an underlying darkness to all that so-called innocence and decency that we acted out, that was demanded of us...it was a deliberate and determined effort to make what happened go-away...as if it never existed

Yet we would wake-up in the middle of the night scared...to the sounds of our fathers screaming fire-command orders in their sleep....or standing in our doorways not seeing us but alert with pistol or knife in-hand looking for an enemy that had long since retreated or surrendered everywhere except in our fathers' minds and souls

we would go to the beach and see other parents, other fathers with deep scars and pock-marks on their bodies from knives bayonets shrapnel and bullets

yes it was indeed a cute, innocent and naive era...it was made to look that way...it had to look that way