For this slice of life tale, I must bring you to my upstairs bedroom back when I was a gangly, not to mention pimply, youth of 14. It was March 27, 1964. I had inherited the old black and white tv from Granddad's pool hall and had the set perched atop a dresser. I was laying atop my bed watching a Friday night movie called I Bury The Living, starring Richard Boone.
One creepy movie, I must say. It was about a successful business man named Robert Kraft (Boone) who had to run the town cemetery for a year. (All the successful businessmen took turns running the cemetery, kind of a charity thing going on there to show that they cared about the community or whatnot.) Kraft didn't want to do it, but his co-workers and an uncle talked him into it, so there he was, inside of a cold, tomb like room with a table, a couple of chairs and a broken space heater. And one big cemetery map on the wall, covered with black and white pins. The cemetery caretaker explained the pins to Kraft. The black pins designated people who were at rest in the cemetery and the white ones were for folks who had purchased plots, but were still alive. All of the plots on the chart had everyone's names on it, alive or dead.
Kraft thought he had it all down pat. Someone buys a plot and voila, a white pin goes on the board. Oh oh, someone died, so here comes a black pin. Anyway, to make the plot short, Kraft slowly realizes that whenever he mistakenly put a black pin on a living person's plot, that unfortunate soul would wind up dead. He thought it was a coincidence at first, but after experimenting with some black pins, it surely did seem that white pin people were dropping dead, and this despite the fact that Kraft had tried to convince his fiancé, a police inspector, a local reporter and his (Kraft's) uncle as to what was going on. The movie progresses and Kraft is at his wits end because he is convinced that he had actually killed all of those people by using the black pins.
Mr. Kraft proceeded to loose his mind and thoughts of suicide began to occur. Then late one night, there in the cold cemetery office, it came to him. Yes, if black pins were killing live people, then white pins would restore life to dead people. So Kraft pulled the black pins he had used, and replaced them with white ones.
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loginSure enough, outside in the cemetery, tombstones began to fall over and dirt would begin to roil up on some of the graves.
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loginI was getting pretty scared at this point when the television screen suddenly went blank. What the devil? I wondered. About ten seconds later the set came back on and it began to show video of the following...
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loginFrom bursting graves to destroyed cities? I was confused. The longer I watched though, it became clear that the movie I had been watching had been pre-empted by news of a massive earthquake that had occurred up there in Alaska.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1964_Alaska_earthquake News traveled rather slow back in those days, (no satellite news yet) and it took awhile to receive word about the quake. As far as the movie went, well, it can be viewed on YouTube if you'd like to see how it ends.