Even at seven-years old, he took an interest in the beginning of the movie and it was edited for television, so I figured what the hell. It turned out to be an exercise in modernization.
It started with the horses on the farm.
"Why aren’t they using tractors?"
“Because it’s the 1930s/40s. Pa wasn’t even born yet.”
"What is that thing?"
“A pipe. Some people smoke out of them. They hurt your lungs like cigarettes.”
"Why aren’t they swimming together?"
“Remember how we talked about racism? They didn’t even want to swim together in the ocean because if their skin.”
"How did those old money phones work?"
“You put in a coin and you made phone calls. They were everywhere.”
"Did they have cars when you were a kid?"
“Huh? Of course we had cars.”
“Well when was this story in time?”
“Hmmm, let’s look it up…1948. He was the first black-American Master Chief Diver.”
“Wait. Oh my gosh. Dad, were you born in the 19’s?”
“Time for bed, kid.”