THE MOVIES ARE BACK — MY FEET ARE FROZEN AS IS ALL ELSE I SEE;
alan skeoch
march 20, 2026 — EPISODE 500
So you think the movie industry is all sweetness and light. Not so, today was as rotten
as the apples forgotten beneath the trees. crystals of ice showered us like sheets of
fractured glass. Yet, yes, there is something charming about the unloading of set
material. Like old friends. Like Hoar frost.
I wore my best shoes. Do not tell Marjorie.
There is a story coming about the year 1916 but first you must meet my grandmother, Louisa
Amelia Freeman. She was a Lady. Do you know what that means? I never knew until long
after she died. She had the Parkinson shakes but never let that slow her down.
She was terrified of fire. I never knew why until the year 1916 tumbled out of obscurity.
Now I must find pictures.
