When I fell for
Peggy Montgomery, she was maybe 5. I just saw her again today -- almost ninety years later, alive and well.
Every time my kids drag me to an of-the-moment crapcorn movie like
Hunger Games, I have to remind myself that they've been more than patient when shown many vintage black-and-white movies -- even silents -- in fact, have actually often embraced them.
No more so than when we stumbled upon
Helen's Babies.