I loved Vincent Price, just rented the Pit and the Pendulum to watch again. I heard it read at a Poe event, I came home and read it again myself then watched. It brought back some cool memories of watching Vincent Price with my friends.
I remember The Birds so well, which is a miracle, considering my memory of late. But that movie didn't scare me. Maybe. Vincent Price did more. It might have been the tone of his voice and his special kind of articulation.
Hi, Jane, another Aussie! There aren’t many, I’m afraid. Welcome to WdC I hope you enjoy the ride. I have two adult family members in Queensland. My daughter lives in Cairns and my son in Bloomfield, very remote. We’re in Perth, WA
I hope to read some of your portfolio when I have a chance. Please feel free to pop in and check out mine.
Cheers Sue
Nope, don't think I would do that. I have been to Niagara Falls and that water is so bloody strong and the drop!! No thank you!!! Beautiful to look at though.
I am a bit the same. Those movies you mentioned such as Saw and Chainsaw Massacre I couldn't watch those. However I love things like Monster series on Netflix and just watched The Ed Gein Story and loved it. Which is strange to say but I think for me the real life horror is more psychology type thing. Why are these people the way they are?
I flip flop back between do I believe people are born evil or is it their environment etc.
In Ed's case I think that his mother and father had mental issues which can be hereditary, so most likely he had mental issues when he was born and then his upbringing with parents, especially his mother manifested those mental issues. It maybe could have been different had his issues been picked up when he was younger and helped. He eventually was diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Anyway, probably didn't want to read all that ha ha ha.
Our world is so dependent on the internet and electricity, it would be utter chaos and dangerous. I can't imagine hos much crime would take place in a world like that.
Write about one of your fondest memories.
All my fondest memories revolve around births. Strangely enough not the births of my own children although of course they were amazing moments too. I think those births were tinged with trepidation fear and ineptitude.
No, the births I have the fondest memories of were those of my grandchildren and great grandchildren. I have been honoured to be present at or in the vicinity of all of them. At my first grand daughter’s birth I was not only present but I was the first person to hold her. Her mother, my daughter, was very young and had found the birth traumatic so she told the midwife to give the baby to Mum while she recovered. I held her for nearly an hour. She opened her eyes and looked into mine and we bonded.
When that grandchild had her first baby I was there too.
So special.
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