Every Mother’s Day for as many years as I can remember, I crack open a bottle of wine, in honor of one of the stars of the film, Uncle Cris, and a box of Kleenex, to honor the rest of the cast, and watch the 1948 film, “I Remember Mama.” The first time I saw it I was as a kid in high school, and I never watch it that I don’t find something new I’d overlooked.

It’s just a story of a family of Norwegian immigrants living in San Francisco around 1900, and how they dealt with everyday life; paying the bills, raising the children, dealing with illness, extended family, and giving up the old ways of the old country and adapting to the new ones in America.

To me it is still a melancholy reminder of what America used to be when assimilation and becoming American was a Good Thing. Today it is also a melancholy reminder of what Hollywood once was, for I know many of the people involved in the production of that film were of the Left, but who still approved of the “becoming American” part.

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