The Emile V. Caloz Library of The Entertainment Arts
I woke up this morning from one of those rare detailed dreams--this one about The Emile V. Caloz Library of the Entertainment Arts.
It was very much like The Sergeant's Dream I had in terms of the detail, but much more complicated.
This new dream unveiled a secret part of my dad's life where, for more then 70 years, he rented a room in Goodland Kansas where he accumulated a collection of entertainment memorabilia.
It was a side of him he kept secret, mainly because he felt his interest would not be understood.
Why Goodland, Kansas? Because (in my dream) for a time my dad was a trucker, hauling goods between Canada and Mexico on the route that goes right through Goodland, which is right in the center of that highway.
This is all a fantasy from my dream, yet has a strange ring of truth to it, similar to the Sergeant's dream. It is possible my dad was a trucker between enlistments 1945-1947. He spoke a lot with truckers and seemed to have an affinity for them.
Also my dad liked Frank Sinatra and Enrico Caruso and seemed to also like the movies from when he was a teenager and young man.
His interest in history and books was well known in his later years.
So, my dream puts all of this together and finds my dad a popular figure in Goodland right after the war. Even though he had to leave when he re-enlisted, he kept the room he rented and used it as a depository for all the entertainment memorabilia he accumulated over the years...books, records, posters, anything he enjoyed but could not carry around from one army base to the next.
In my dream, my dad would find a way to go back and visit Goodland Kansas and enjoy his room of treasures and visit with townspeople. Just like his first marriage, however, it was not something he shared with anyone else. It was just one of his many lives...the life of a juvenile deliquent on a motorcycle, the life of a career Army man, the life of a father, the life of a step-father. Each life was kept strangely separate for the others either by time or location.
It was very much like The Sergeant's Dream I had in terms of the detail, but much more complicated.
This new dream unveiled a secret part of my dad's life where, for more then 70 years, he rented a room in Goodland Kansas where he accumulated a collection of entertainment memorabilia.
It was a side of him he kept secret, mainly because he felt his interest would not be understood.
Why Goodland, Kansas? Because (in my dream) for a time my dad was a trucker, hauling goods between Canada and Mexico on the route that goes right through Goodland, which is right in the center of that highway.
This is all a fantasy from my dream, yet has a strange ring of truth to it, similar to the Sergeant's dream. It is possible my dad was a trucker between enlistments 1945-1947. He spoke a lot with truckers and seemed to have an affinity for them.
Also my dad liked Frank Sinatra and Enrico Caruso and seemed to also like the movies from when he was a teenager and young man.
His interest in history and books was well known in his later years.
So, my dream puts all of this together and finds my dad a popular figure in Goodland right after the war. Even though he had to leave when he re-enlisted, he kept the room he rented and used it as a depository for all the entertainment memorabilia he accumulated over the years...books, records, posters, anything he enjoyed but could not carry around from one army base to the next.
In my dream, my dad would find a way to go back and visit Goodland Kansas and enjoy his room of treasures and visit with townspeople. Just like his first marriage, however, it was not something he shared with anyone else. It was just one of his many lives...the life of a juvenile deliquent on a motorcycle, the life of a career Army man, the life of a father, the life of a step-father. Each life was kept strangely separate for the others either by time or location.