Twilight Zone 1959

 

Rod Sterling

If you ask a group of people "Which is your favorite Twilight Zone?", what do you think will be cited?

Not everyone will know what to say. Will readers under 60 recall the old black and white episodes? Or, is it only the Baby Boomers?

This is one of my favorites.  It is not other worldly, but it is about returning to the world you had as a child. 

                                     Walking Distance: Gig Young and Martin Sloan

This was 1959, I was 8 years old.  Even then, I wondered what I would do if strange event came to me?  Now, I am many decades older, and I still wonder if I would take that chance? On some days, I would like to go back to 19** and set things aright, or take opportunities I missed.

The following are other episodes that I still have in my brain, from that amazing time of Twilight Zone.

Twilight zone, silent slide format

         

The swimming pool

                                       

 Plenty of Time

         I don't know about you, but this program changed the way I looked at the world, and what could be.  Did you?                                                     

Shelves and Shelves of Bottles

1st Writes Photo

Over the years, Helen had dusted the shelves for her Great-Aunt Elspeth.  At first Helen could reach only the bottom shelf, and Aunt Elspeth had praised her. 

“Oh, what a magnificent job you have done!  Someday,” Aunt Elspeth had pointed to the very top shelf, “you will reach that shelf!  I will let you choose the bottle you love the most!”

Each time Helen polished and cleaned the shelves, she gazed at the bottles so far out of her reach.  ‘Someday…’  One time Helen would favor the green bottle, but the next time she dusted, she desired the pink bottle.

Years stacked up in numbers as Helen grew and she could dust the next shelf, and then the next.  Which one would she choose?  The blue?  The violet?  So lovely, so hard to decide.

When Helen could just almost reach the shelf, Aunt Elspeth dropped dead right in front of her. Dead, darn dead.

By this time, Helen was now grown as much as she ever would; she was a mother with a small child.  As she closed the eyes of her now-deceased aunt, Helen smiled gently.

Then Helen found a sturdy stool and a box.  She stepped onto the stool and stood level with the shelf.  Gazing fondly at each bottle, Helen sighed.  

Reaching carefully, Helen spoke loudly, “One?  Hell, I’m going to take them all!”


Re-post from 2011. Some posts still make me smile.