Tonight I am reliving my childhood years. Getting dressed up, wearing my black patent leather lace up boots and my best dress. Saturday nights at the Greek cinema in Oakleigh. A black and white newsreel, followed by a double feature.
They were special Saturday nights. Greek cinema of the sixties was formulaic, but uplifting. Invariably I was transported from dark wintery Melbourne, to a sun filled land of deep blue beaches, sand, laughter, singing and dancing. If you are not Greek the closest reference is Elvis Presley in Blue Hawaii (another childhood favourite.) Of course the ending was always happy with comedic misunderstandings and miscommunications happily resolved. An age of innocence.
My dreams of the Greek islands were ignited in that cinema on Saturday nights. I held onto that dream for almost 20 years until my first trip in 1984. The sun drenched Greek islands didn’t disappoint. Stories have the power to in spire dreams. Now that we have time, we can create our own stories to inspire the dreams of our future.