Marc and I watched John Ford's Young Mr. Lincoln this week. No, not typical holiday fare, but a surprisingly engaging watch. The scene below boasts the requisite snow, though, together with a frankly sentimental touch applied to the lanky young Abe.
I come from a generation of American school children who regularly saw a silhouette of Abraham Lincoln pinned to classroom bulletin boards around his February 12 birthday. It is just possible that my Southern upbringing inured me a bit to Lincoln's mythic lure. Young Henry Fonda, on the other hand, warmed me to the idea of adding to my 2008 reading list a biography of our Civil War President.