Star Trek 50th Anniversary Story
My father Joe Evans passed away several years ago. One of the things that he and I did together when I was younger was watch Star Trek the Original Series re-runs on television. Then we watched The Next Generation when it came on TV in 1987. It was my job to record the episodes so that we could watch them on the weekend together. I also remember him taking me to the drive in theater to watch the movies as they came out, and wow did I cry when Spock died at the end of Wrath of Khan. Dad said it would be OK, they would find a way to bring him back in the next movie.
Just the other day, I got a message from my Aunt (dad's sister), she was sharing a message she had received from a family friend. The friend has been seeing the information about the Star Trek's 50th anniversary and it made her think of my dad. I have shared her message below:
"This is (name removed), (name removed)s little sister. Just wanted to drop you a message to tell you my most favorite Joe Evans story since I've been seeing commercials about Star Trek having their upcoming 50th anniversary next week. We lived across the street from y'all then & y'all had a color TV which was a BIG DEAL to me. I was 11 so Joe was probably 14 at the time. He would let me come over & watch Star Trek in color with him. Then, as I was walking back home, he'd let me get about half way down y'alls front sidewalk, & then he'd TURN OFF THE PORCH LIGHTS! Of course I'd scream because I just knew the Star Trek creatures from that night's show were gonna come out from behind all those wonderful trees in your yard & just GET ME! I can still hear him laughing. Even though I knew he'd do the same thing the next week I still showed up, week after week. Just wanted to share this little story with you."
My aunt sent me a copy of the message above, it brought a smile to my face and made me laugh at my dad picking on her during her walk home after watching Star Trek. It also brought back a lot of happy memories of sharing my love of everything Trek with my father.
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