Week 5’s #52snapshots prompt required writing about pretending someone famous was a member of your family or BFF. Growing up, I thought my mother was the Columbia woman who opened a movie. She wore flowing robes and looked as elegant and regal as my mother.
My fantasy deepened with my father. To me, he was TV critic Cleveland Amory, always with a pipe in his mouth.
Every week I laid claim to Amory as my pipe-totting father when we received the TV Guide. Amory was two years older than my father and born in Boston, while my father was born to eastern European Jewish immigrants in Newark, New Jersey. My father rarely watched television but could always be counted on to watch a Jerry Lewis movie with us.
What dreams did you have about famous people playing roles in your everyday life?
The Whole Megillah 