Queen wrote:My older brother told me they were going to wake up and come after me. I spent the night sitting in the well-lit campground bathroom, shaking like a leaf.
Back in the early '50's, my Dad moved his young family from the midwest to Hollywood so that he could transition from radio into the brand-new medium of television. He then worked in television for many, many years, until he retired (he was a technician, not a performer).
Consequently, we had one of the first tv's on the block - I don't remember how we got it, perhaps it was sent home by the studio he worked for. All the neighbors were totally enthralled by this new technology, and for a while our house was pretty mobbed with neighbors coming and going (until they got their own tv sets - maybe that was part of the plan!).
Anyway, when I was seven or eight years old, I watched the 1935 version of "The Last Days of Pompeii" one afternoon. I was completely and totally terrified by this thing - the mobs of helpless people running and screaming was something, as a young child, I had never before imagined (my, how times have changed!) to be possible. Fiery, exploding mountains a complete and total astonishment. How could this be even
possible?
We then lived in the San Fernando Valley, north of Los Angeles (and Hollywood). In those days there were not so many people, and not so much smog - so I could easily see the range of hills in the distance that surrounded the valley, out our living room window.
After watching "Pompeii", I had nightmares for months, would wake up screaming, and my parents
could not convince me that any (to my impressionable young mind, probably
all) of the surrounding hills I watched with dread were
not volcanoes, due to erupt at any time, most probably right now,
today.
Over time (again, it was months. My parents must have been at their wits end) my terrors gradually subsided, as they do in the way of children, probably to be replaced with some other terror that I can no longer remember.
The interesting thing about all of this is that I can pinpoint this experience as the precise moment that my interest in, and fascination by, volcanoes first began.
An interest and passion that has stayed with me all of my life.
Funny how that is.
Anne