We woke this morning to the news that Harold Ramis (Egon Spengler) of Ghostbusters fame has passed away at the age of 69. I feel as though an old friend, or a kind but not seen too often uncle, has died.
For you see, when SON was three and four years of age, the Ghostbusters movies were at their height. While his sisters were at school, he would watch the movies on video over and over again. He had all the action figures, and a ghost busting gun that shot foam projectiles at imaginary ghosts while he searched for ectoplasm. His world was ghostbusters to the extent that his grandmother sewed him a little ghostbusters costume, a pair of overalls, that he would wear day in day out and just like a favourite sookie rug could only be washed when he was asleep at night. I still have then, faded, the hem marks a reminder of how he grew along with his imagination.
When he started kindergarten, he signed all his paintings, EGON, the first word he learnt to spell! His kindergarten teacher asked me one day if Egon was his middle name.
Son was going to grow up and be a scientist. He said he was going to build a big house for himself, and another house, behind his for me (I have no idea if his father came into the equation! Some things are better not to ask!)
On summer holidays at the beach, we heard on the radio that the ghostbusters car was touring and would be on show in our area that afternoon. The excitement of our little boy as he got to see the “real” ghostbusters car, is a lasting memory.
Eventually he outgrew his overalls, and ninja turtles replaced ghostbusters, but there for awhile we knew exactly “who you gonna call.”
R.I.P. Harold Ramis. Thank you for making one little boy’s imagination take flight.