Sunday, April 16, 2017

Holy Moses!


     Yul Brynner was turning Charlton Heston out into the desert with one day’s ration of food and water when we turned the telly on.  We had just returned from a mini show at our local library where an elderly lady did an impersonation of Matti Silks.
     Matti Silks was the madam of a “parlor house”, otherwise known as a house of ill repute during the late 19th and early 20th century.  She began her “career” in Kansas, Dodge City, Hutchinson, Hays, Great Bend.
      She relocated her “family” to Colorado, Leadville, Denver, Florence, Cripple Creek, and even to Alaska for a while.  (She left Alaska because she had to pay both the local gendarmes and the Royal Mounted Police, too expensive, she said.)  Matti recounted some of the details of her personal and professional life, including a duel she fought with another madam over a man they both favored.  (They both missed their target.  The object of their affection received a bullet wound to the cheek.)
      “Matti” recalled many of her fellow “Madams of Colorado”, the title of her show.  The last of the great parlor houses closed down in the 1980’s.  It was in Lusk, Wyoming.  Matti credited the Lusk house’s longevity to the fact the madam owned the local power plant and threatened to shut off the city’s power whenever authorities tried to shut her down.
      The library mini show started at 7 p.m.  We were home a little after 8 p.m.  “The Ten Commandments” must have been on for an hour or more when we tuned in.  It reminded me of the first time I saw it, in a theater.
     I didn’t see the beginning of that one either.  It must have been 1956 or 1957.  It was an October day.  I had been to a “slumber party” on Friday night.  Saturday morning was beautiful, but Saturday afternoon was overcast and starting to cool off.  Several of my fellow slumberers left for home before noon, but my ride home was my dad who was at the time engaged in converting Eric Carlson’s garage to Evelyn’s beauty parlor. 
     We didn’t go directly home.  My younger siblings were at the theater in Limon taking in “The Ten Commandments.”  We sat in the car parked near the theater waiting for the movie to end and we could all go home.  I mentioned to Dad that I hadn’t seen the movie, so he fished out 50 cents (or whatever the price of admission was) and I entered the theater in the middle of the movie.
      I don’t know that I have ever seen the beginning of the movie.  I don’t remember if I saw the end of the movie either.  I recollect Dad coming into the theater before the movie was over.  The Lincoln theater had the distinction of being one of few movie houses where the patrons enter from the front of the theater, so the movie-goers could see who was coming or going without turning around and gawking.
      We saw Dad come in, so finding us in the dark theater wasn't too hard to do.  He said it was beginning to snow heavily and we needed to get home before it turned into a regular blizzard.  I don’t remember if we convinced him that the movie was almost over and we could stay until the end.  I do remember seeing the stone tablets getting chiseled by the lightning, one of the many special effects in the movie.
      I didn’t make the end last night, either.  With five minutes of commercials every twenty minutes or so, the movie ran well beyond my bedtime.  I stuck it out through the Passover and the great exodus.  I watched as the great sea closed over Yul’s army of chariots, horses, and soldiers.  At the first commercial after that scene, I called it quits.
       It was a great movie.  Even though some of the special effects seem rather corny now, they were great for the mid-fifties.  The Goodwife mentioned the painted backdrops.  Maybe they looked better on the big screen.  We hadn’t had television for more than two or three years at the time, and it seemed a great movie then.
      I doubt I will ever see the whole thing start-to-finish.  With my limited capacity to stay awake in any movie, and my diminished ability to concentrate on anything for very long any more, I don’t see me sticking with any movie for four hours.
    Hey wait!  Maybe it could be featured on trans-Atlantic flights.  That would take up a big chunk of seat time.
     Whoever said life was about the journey, not the destination, never flew non-stop from Denver to London.  




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