Being the oldest of four siblings in the dark ages before internet access, I got to make up a lot of stuff. Stuff that may or may not have been true. Stuff that the ones listening to me really couldn’t verify or denounce without going to Mama and Daddy.
Yeah, there were days that I was that sibling.
Summers get long and hot in Georgia, y’all. Without AC you kind of have to make your own fun.
Mostly I would tell my sisters, especially Mess Cat, about celebrity relationships. I don’t know why it mattered, but on those hot summer afternoons when we tried to do as little as possible since sitting still you would still sweat puddles, it was Something. To. Do.
It started with true stories. About who was married to whom, like Gil Gerard (Buck Rogers) and Connie Sellecca. Or who had been in what movie with whom way back when before they became famous. Then the imagination would take off and I’d be making up all kinds of stories. Inevitably, I’d cross a line–it always happened. That line that would cause Mess Cat to glance at me sideways and cut her eyes just so, squinting, thinking. I would hold my face still and just about hold my breath, hoping she wouldn’t see through my stories.
But she did. Some days it took longer than others, but she always did. Sometimes I’d continue to feign innocence for days, but eventually she found me out.
Oh the fun of the good ol’ days.
So it was that yesterday after the ball game (I watched that whole fourth quarter of the Seahawks/Panthers game–I’m a fourth quarter kind of girl, but that’s a story for another night), the TV was still on, and I was focused on what I had been working on. I think I was crocheting another stripe on my temperature blanket. Whatever it was, my attention was not on what was on TV until I stood up to turn it off and leave the room. It was then that I saw two men on the screen with the same last name.
My mouth dropped open.
It actually fell open. I was frozen in place for a moment. WORLDS COLLIDED.
Growing up we did watch CHIPS. My favorite was not Erik Estrada’s “Ponch” character or Jon Baker, though they both were entertaining enough. My favorite was Robert Pine’s character. For whatever reason, I just really liked him best. When I looked up at the screen yesterday, Robert Pine was pictured there. But it was the young man next to him that made my mouth drop.
What the what?
I have loved him since his Princess Diaries 2 days. That’s one of my go to movies. Yes. If it’s on, I’m watching it. As a matter of fact, it came on one of the channels the other day, and Aub said, “Mama, it’s like they know you.” And we all sat here and watched it. Again.
And so you might can understand how surprised I was when it all clicked and I realized that Robert Pine is Chris Pine’s father.
Of course he is. I can see the resemblance now.
For a moment though, I looked around to see if my sister Mess Cat was anywhere around. She would have loved the poetic justice in that moment, I’m sure.
It’s fascinating when life surprises me with new stories, new things I didn’t know, things I never even considered before. Even when it’s trivial things like who’s related to whom in the acting world.
Tonight I’m thankful for all the happy and lazy memories that yesterday’s discovery brought back for me. We worked hard, played hard, and lazed around hard all those summers so many years ago. And we laughed and loved hard. That’s what brings me the greatest joy.
Love to all.
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I used to mess with my kids like that. There was a commercial on TV sometime in the late 80’s or early 90’s…I think for a credit card and Jon Bon Jovi was running off the stage or to a plane or something and someone in the crown yelled, “. Jon….Jon Bon Jovi!” To get his attention. I told the girls that Jon was his first and his middle name. Jon Jon Bon Jovi. They believed me for a couple years until their. Friends told them otherwise and they came home from school embarrassed. It’s still a running joke with us and I occasionally get a JBJ CD for my birthday with a From: Jon Jon card!