Saved for Everybody


The Library of Congress was established in 1800.  Initially, it was conceived as a resource for members of Congress only.  However, over time, its contents became available to officials of the government, and, occasionally, the public.  It has become the world’s largest library.  It contains approximately 20 million books, plus many other items (eg, maps, photographs, films, manuscripts, etc.) bringing its total contents to over 103 million items.


Among its collections, the Library has a gathering of films “showcasing the range and diversity of American film history.”  Each year, beginning in 1989, it selects 25 films for its collection.  Each film must be “at least 10 years old and culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant.”  At a website (, it lists the films already selected to its registry, others that may be chosen in the future,  and the procedure to nominate future selections.  Along with these contents, film essays, etc., there is a great deal of enjoyable reading for film lovers.


The Library’s initial 25 choices for its collection included:  The Best Years of Our Lives,  Casablanca,  Citizen Kane, The Crowd,  Dr. Strangelove,  The General, Gone With The Wind,  The Grapes of Wrath,  High Noon,  Intolerance, The Learning Tree,  The Maltese Falcon,  Modern Times,  Mr. Smith Goes to Washington,  Nanook of the North,  On the Waterfront,  The Searchers,  Singin’ in the Rain,  Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs,  Some Like It Hot,  Star Wars, Sunrise,  Sunset Boulevard,  Vertigo, and The Wizard of Oz.


Also, at the LOC’s website is “The 2018 National Film Registry Nomination Form.”  Perhaps you could offer your suggestions?


PS = I know you recognize the films I pictured here.  No need to give their titles, right?





About rcarmean

Two things... First, why have I decided to establish this blog? I like to put essays together. I research an idea or topic looking for information, statistics, stories, quotes, pictures, etc. I enjoy the process and seeing a finished product. I’m told that as I get older, new activities can help maintain energy and keep my brain alert. In other words, I am not doing this for money or fame. Second, regarding the gentleman in the collage of pictures's not me. Those are photos of Christy Mathewson. Why him? When I was young, my primary activity was being sick. It took up much of my time. Eczema (a case so bad I was written up in a medical journal showing doctors what their patients COULD look like), asthma, and allergies. You know allergies: don’t eat this, don’t wear that, and, for Heaven’s sake, don’t touch any of these things (eg, dogs, cats, horses --I only saw horses in cowboy movies and TV shows, dust, swimming pools, my brother --OK, that’s an exaggeration, Rick was a fine brother). In my spare time between doctors' appointments, pills, and ointments, baseball kept me sane. In the 1940s and 1950s, when I grew up, pro footballI and basketball had not yet become extremely popular. Baseball truly was “the national pastime.” I listened to games on the radio (remember it? TV without the picture). I read magazines, books, and newspaper accounts of games. I collected baseball cards. I learned about the game’s history, as well as present. The same with its stars. One man stood out: Christy Mathewson. He was a great pitcher for the New York Giants in the early 20th century. But there was much more to him. At a time when professional athletes made little money (yes, there was such a time) and ball players were considered on the same level as actors, artists, and prostitutes, Mathewson stood out. One of his nicknames was: “The Christian Gentleman.” Most men is baseball drank, smoked, cursed, and fought —with other players, umpires, and fans. The fights were physical, not just verbal. Mathewson did none of these things. But he earned the respect of other players who did them all. Even Ty Cobb and John McGraw. There’s more. He was a college graduate (Bucknell University) when most men were lucky to have a high school diploma. He played other sports, including pro football which you wouldn’t recognize. He was handsome. He played in New York City, then as now, the largest city in the country. Excellence and popularity there meant fame and money. He dressed well. Today, his commercials would rival LeBron’s. And, finally, a hero’s life must have tragedy. After his playing career ended, WWI arrived. He suffered from influenza and was exposed to mustard gas. Chemical warfare. His lungs were damaged and he required treatment for the rest of his life. (Like my Grandfather who also fought in The Great War.) He died in 1925. He was 45 years old. I have his picture here because you need to know more about him than me. He was what an athlete could be. Players like him and their accomplishments got me through a sickly, painful childhood and can still sustain me in difficult times. *****
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