Just realized I haven't posted anything here for several days. No excuse really, except that yesterday I was out mowing for about three hours. I think I'd better do the same today.
Last night we watched the movie "The King's Speech." I can relate because I stuttered when I was a child and had speech therapy for that and my lisp. In fact I still occasionally stutter a little when I'm very nervous or angry. I certainly didn't have it as bad as King George VI but then I didn't have his position in life (thank heaven), his belittling and exacting father (thank heaven), or family members making fun of me (thank heaven). The poor man; I felt so sad for him.
The speech therapy and the therapist in the movie are hilarious. I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry at times, but it's all so well done that I found myself totally wrapped up in the movie.
Well, I was engrossed until I felt someone staring at me and discovered Scaredy Cat with her nose pressed up against the glass in the bottom of our combination back door gazing at me. She had brought two of her kittens over and they each had their front paws on the rim of the dry food bowl as they put their heads in to get pieces of it.
But back to the movie, the story ends as Great Britain declares war on Germany in World War II. The king, with his therapist standing in front of him like he's directing an orchestra, makes the radio speech to tell the British people it is war. All in all the movie is very moving, particularly when you keep in mind that it's a true story. The little girls who play the young princesses, Elizabeth and Margaret, are precious and their relationship with their father is a feel-good relief from the drama of the stuttering disability. I also admired his wife for her unflagging support and love.
I can certainly see why this movie won Academy Awards. I thoroughly enjoyed it.