For so many years--at Easter-- my mother and I ended up watching Easter Parade together.
I was convinced-- for the longest time-- that it was a black and white movie, because we only had a B&W television set.
Now when I see it, I am transported back to my parents' living room with the telly in the corner, the couch and the coffee table where we kept the ever present cups of coffee and wienerbroed and cookies.
And Judy Garland is breaking my heart again.
Just like then.
Some things never change.
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