Happy Mother's Day to all! I thought given the holiday, it might be fun to have my mother write something for Cinematical. I brought the subject up during a breakfast of bagels and lox (her choice, but deeeelicious), and as soon as lunch was over, she was upstairs clacking away on her keyboard. I had no idea what she was going to write, but I'm not at all surprised that she's doling out this anecdote again. But it's a fun one, especially if you're old enough to remember Rosemary's Baby and the impact it made back in 1968. So here's my mom. Be nice.

The Night Rosemary's Baby Freaked Me Out, by Francine Weinberg

It started out as an "after work date" with a girlfriend of mine. We decided we were going to go to the movies right after work because both of our husbands were working the night shift. I worked at Penn Center in Philadelphia and Linda worked in a high rise office building a few blocks away on Walnut Street. Since it was so convenient, the theater of choice was right across the street from where I worked. Nestled between coffee shops , pawn shops and various other small businesses on Market Street was a movie theater whose name escapes me now because it is presently extinct (editor's note: it was the Sameric 4), and it was showing a brand-new flick called Rosemary's Baby.
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