A Summer Place

Exaggerated, overly dramatic, and contrived, this movie deigned to dramatize the sexual morality of society in the 1950’s.
My sisters were teenagers and I remember this movie because it was the rage among their crowd.  I am not sure if I saw it in the theater with them, as I often tagged along if they were to go the movies at all.  However it was, I was aware of it and that it was a big deal.
I remember thinking how daring was this movie presented on the silver screen; as big as day.  Through the experience of our two biggest teen idols, Troy Donahue and Sandra Dee, we watched depictions of things that were off limits for discussion…shocking.  Oh my goodness, how far we have come.
This movie dramatized a time worth sharing with our young people today.   Though extremely contrived and forced a story, with poor, unimaginative dialogue, they will be provided a glimpse of the way we were back then.
I have since included it in my collection with a plan to view with my children and grandchildren. I can’t wait to hear their comments.
The theme song is quite possibly the most beautiful of all time and I can’t get enough of it. Percy Faith and his Orchestra was known for brilliant renditions of movie themes back then and especially for this one, composed by Max Stein.  I still listen to my old Columbia Music Club album of movie favorites just to hear the extraordinarily beautiful Theme from a Summer Place.  The images, feelings and memories rushing into the room like the waves on the beach in the movie.  It is a musical masterpiece for all time.
I can’t decide if the Cinemascope technique is credited for how the ocean looks more beautiful, the sky clearer and bluer, the sun and the colors brighter…the people are thinner?  I don’t know but I think that they actually were.  
How one memory opens the gate to other memories as it happens for me with this film will never cease to amaze me.
I always enjoy watching A Summer Place, even though in retrospect, that in the scheme of things, it seems in essence, a prelude to the decade that changed everything.
Trailer to A Summer Place:
Theme to a Summer Place by Percy Faith and his orchestra.


This is a story of my brother, John.  He was a very complex figure in my life and for the rest of my family members, I suspect.  As the youngest I was shielded from the more intriguing family matters, so I can not be certain of how others felt about him.  Though the mixed emotions that I had for John would be clearly defined one day.

His fine intellect was not always apparent as he held people’s attention at the level  of his mysterious and sometimes frightening countenance.  I admired and respected him, though.  I could see beyond that to another part of him, I thought.  I was so pleased believing he was able to see that I could be trusted, and talk to me the way that I wanted, without looking down and making exceptions for the little sister.  He always had my respect and admiration.  And he would come to be my hero.

He saved my spirit and I loved him for the incredible bravery and generosity that he brought forth on my behalf.  He put himself in harms way for me in regard to a matter that we never shared with anyone.

That night, when I returned home,  John was there and quickly realized something had gone wrong in my life.  He demanded to know the trouble and when I told him about what transpired, his disposition immediately changed.  He took control of my fear with a response seeming to reveal at least a part of his mysterious nature.   He was completely prepared for the situation that I presented to him, so much so that I feared for his safety.  Thank heaven, my prayers were answered and no one was confronted that night, but not for lack of John bringing his considerable might to the situation.  He went looking for the person involved but could not find him.

John was consumed by the incident so I left him alone to settle down in the aftermath, so that we might, after a reasonable interval, enjoy something of our usual repartee on the ride home.  But we had a completely silent ride in our parent’s car, which as I recall, he had started without the benefit of a key.  He was so enraged, there was no asking permission which would not have been granted.

His bravery saved me from the depths.  Selflessly, he brought all that he had to my defense.  He healed me then and even now, I feel he shields me from the memory.  Unless I make the decision to recall that day, it is far away from my life.  And, when and I do, with each recollection, what I remember is more of John.  It is the amazing thing that I’ve noticed.  It is the love that remains…and grows!

I love you, John.  I thank you.  I miss you.


Years had gone by without a thought of the summer at my grandparents farm in Virginia.  Then suddenly one day it was there, this forgotten experience, unprovoked and effortlessly revealing itself to me to become my little book of 50 pages.

This extraordinary childhood experience took place in 1957.  As I wrote, I felt the warmth and comfort of that time so long ago and so very dear to me now.   I was unaware of how much meaning it had brought to my life, this glimpse into their world.  It was written with love and a deep and ever-growing appreciation for my family.  It might well have been entitled , “The Gift”.

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Two Little Girls by Charon Diane


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