In the summer of 1984 there were a lot of strangers wandering around my little hometown of San Elizario Texas, and when I say strangers I mean just that. My hometown was so small, back then, everyone knew everyone else. So when we saw someone we didn’t recognize it was a big deal, let alone a lot of people we didn’t recognize. We were that type of quintessential small American hometown where everybody’s parents knew everyone else’s kids. So things like “I know your dad, do you want me to tell him your breaking windows or do you want to stop?” were heard all around town by other kids parents (yes, yes I did break a couple of windows). So when trucks full of people and equipment came to town it was to say, very noticeable. Semi-tractor trailers chock full of equipment no one knew what it was going to be used for, were parked on the sides of our small two lane roads taking up perfectly good bike riding space.
Then it all began to change, my hometown that is, old storefronts that hadn’t been opened in decades were being renovated, or should I say restored to actually look old.
The roads around the beautiful old church were being covered with dirt, old telephone booths were being put up in almost every corner within a two mile radius of the town square.
Then one day another three 18 wheeler’s showed up, parked outside our house and a group of men wanted to talk to my uncle to see if they could pay him to park the three trucks full of antique cars. He of course said yes, I mean hello? Money to have three large trucks parked on three acres of land that weren’t being used, that was easy money. I woke up one hot summer morning in 1984 and as I ate my cereal, I watched from my dining room window while groups of men unloaded old vintage cars from theses semi-trucks in our back yard. In between my softball practice and hanging out with my friends we all watched our regular little town transform from what we knew to something out of the 1960’s, storefronts that lay dormant come back to life. Old signs being put up all over town to advertise Oxydol, Borax and a cola called Moxie.
Old houses getting fresh “old” paint and “vintage” cars parked randomly around the church square.
Then nothing, for weeks everything came to a standstill, the townsfolk were told to keep everything as is, that nothing should be touched and that “they” would be back. So that’s what everyone did. Then one day my dad came home and said that he had been approached by one of the “gueros” on the crew that brought the old cars to our back yard, to see if he wanted to earn some extra money on the weekends and be a security guard. My dad said yes, and then life began once again as tons of people came in huge RV’s and more semi-tractor trailers. They inundated our little town with more people than we were used to seeing on Sundays after church. My mom’s office was in an old building dating back to the l800’s which was in the town square next to our beautiful church. They transformed her office front into a café, bakery and barber shop right out of the 1960’s.
But that wasn’t even close to being the most impressive part, well at least for me it wasn’t. It was when they announced that they’d be filming a movie with a group of actors no one had heard of yet.
And again that wasn’t enough to impress me, what impressed me was that this entire film crew was being taken care of by five, FIVE large catering trucks! They made them breakfast, lunch and dinner, and they served things like t-bone steaks, shrimp cocktail, filet mignon, the biggest baked potatoes anyone’s ever seen. They had desserts like German chocolate cake, which at this point in my life I didn’t know existed! They had fruit trifle with homemade whipped cream, the very first time I had bratwurst was on this movie set, grilled served on the softest buns with real hot mustard and some kind of fries with mayonnaise (which I though was weird but ate anyway).
I was in culinary heaven! But how did the Huntress get to eat off of a movie set catering truck you ask? Well, simply put my dad had taken the gig as one of ten security guards and they got to eat from the movie catering, so that meant I did too.
So as they started to film, the hustle and bustle of the day to day work the film cast and crew would start at dawn and end….well it never ended, this was a 24/7 kind of thing. Then one day I found myself having lunch with my dad and sat at one of the picnic tables they had all around the town square. My dad finished and left and I found myself blissfully eating the biggest New York strip steak I had seen, with herb butter on top, a baked potato the size of my head and a fresh spinach salad with garlic and tomato in a lemon vinaigrette. Which normally I wouldn’t have eaten at that age because it was fresh and also spinach but once I gave it a try I was hooked. As I ate my food I was blissfully unaware of my surroundings. Then I heard a voice ask me “Excuse me little girl, is anyone sitting here?” I mean I was far from little, I was fourteen. I looked up and saw one of the actors still in his film attire, a handsome young man in a tattered tuxedo, with dirt and grime all over the white ruffled shirt, his messy hair being tossed by the light summer breeze as he held his lunch.
I nodded no, and he just sat down right next to me and began to eat, then asked “Do you live around here?” and I said “yes, just down the street.” He took a huge bite from his corned beef sandwich on rye which also was the size of my head. He looked around as he ate then said “It’s nice around here, very quiet” and I looked up taking a drink of my iced tea with lemon I said “It was, until you guys showed up.” He laughed out loud, patted me on the back and said “I suppose that’s true” and went back to eating his lunch. As we both ate in silence his co-stars came to the table and sat down with us.
One of the other actors asked me my name, I looked up at him and thought to myself man this dude has really dirty glasses on (part of his wardrobe) and I said “My names Ronnie” (that was my nickname as a kid) he then responded in a chipper voice “Hello Ronnie, I’m Judd” I said hi back as he sat down across from me. Before I knew it my table was being taken over by almost the entire cast of the film, with the exception of the big actor, who played the minister, who sat with his, I’m assuming girlfriend near one of the RV’s they stayed in. I finished my lunch and said goodbye to the group of rough and tumble guys that were sitting with me and they all turned and said bye, then Judd said “Bye Ronnie, see ya later” and I waved again and left. This is the Judd I was eating lunch with……
They filmed in my hometown for almost three weeks, and I during that time, enjoyed the perks of being fed by the outstanding catering trucks all because of my dad and his part time gig as a movie set security guard.
As the days passed and they continued filming I was always around either at my mom’s office or with my dad and of course eating from the catering truck. This is where I first tried foods I hadn’t eaten before, as mentioned the bratwurst with hot mustard, corned beef on rye, which one of the chefs on the truck said was “authentic New York” style, pasta with shrimp in garlic sauce. All the while enjoying how our dusty little town had been all dressed up to be in a big time Hollywood film.
I sat down to lunch or dinner with the “guys” from the film more than once, never realizing who they were or more importantly, who they would become. Kevin Costner ate with me on several occasions. My mom actually took a picture of me with him sitting at a wooden picnic table and he’s smiling with his hand around my shoulder. I tried in vain to look for that picture in boxes and boxes of old pictures my mom has stashed in her storage to no avail. Then before I decided to write this post I asked her about the pictures from the movie that was filmed back in 1984. She said “Oh, I threw a lot of those pictures away, those actors never amounted to much” and I almost screamed at her saying “Are you fucking serious?! You threw them away?!”
She looked at me and I took my phone and brought up a picture of Kevin Costner today and said “This is ‘the’ actor, the one in the dirty tuxedo that you though wouldn’t amount to anything, do you recognize him?” She squinted her eyes and said “Oh, that’s him?” I was furious, but what can I say? Now I have no bragging rights or proof to show anyone I had an actual picture with “the” Kevin Costner before he became famous.
The film was called Fandango, and has since become somewhat of a cult classic.
In this clip, the very first scene was shot in an even smaller town south of my hometown named Tornillo (which is screw, literally) in Spnaish. The large tree and small house or bus bench was where many of us in high school would go, sit by the small river and drink beer. But here, it’s transformed, made to look older than usual and the small two lane highway was used as a landing strip for Truman Sparks to land his plane on.
The next scene is where my dad, uncles and a lot of the towns people were used as extras for the dance/wedding scene. It was filmed at 2:30am, they shot this scene like eight times to get it right. The catering trucks were just outside camera shot and they were pumping out hot coffee, hot chocolate with whipped cream and tons of pastries to the actors and extras. This is where I had my very first European style chocolate croissant.
The gazebo in the town square was also recently remodeled, now it has wooden beams, what you see in the film with the ironwork scrolls is what I use to hang off of as a kid, like a jungle gym. I loved rollerskating in that square, this is where I learned to use a skateboard, where my friend Toni and her boyfriend Joey found me on that horrible Valentines Day and took their revenge on a Dodge Duster. I love how the church is lit up so at night you can see the soft glow of the lights through the windows.
So this is how my hometown was famous and for a few glorious weeks back in 1984, and where I was elbow to elbow as a fourteen year old, eating lunch with Kevin Costner and Judd Nelson.
Until next time remember, chin up, soldier on and watch you back!
The Huntress915
Very cool!
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Thank you, I thought so 😉
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Well now…. Isn’t that the most awesome thing I’ve heard in a long time!! 😀
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Why thank you my friend, I just really wish I had that picture. I mean at least I’d have actual proof I ate lunch with Kevin Costner and Judd Nelson.
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Yeah bummer, but I believe you! How awesome that must’ve been! I don’t believe I’ve even seen that movie, believe it or not!
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It’s really a good movie, about a group of five friends in the 1960’s graduating from the University of Texas at Austin and all except two were drafted to go fight in Vietnam.
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I’ll have to give it a try!
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That’s a terrific memory! Rubbing elbows with famous people always makes for a good story and I think many people have some. I never tire of hearing them and this one is one of the best. I have told some of these stories to the young people I work with and they light up. I tell them that if they live long enough some of these things will probably happen to them.
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Thanks jono51, and sometimes those young people may not even realize that it’s happening to them. Just like me…lol.
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Exactly! A guy I went to high school with is a rock star. Another guy I met as a pro wrestler became a governor and some of the kids from college did really well, too.
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OMG You met Jesse “The Body” Ventura?!?!
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What an awesome memory of your home town.
But you had lunch with Kevin Costner and Judd Nelson???
Good God woman, where are the pictures!!
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My mom tossed the only picture of me and Kevin Costner away. Along with a lot of other pictures that I had taken in and around the movie set. Ugh, she didn’t even ask if I wanted them, nothing just threw them away. I had taken a picture of all the Groovers in front of the church, I couldn’t believe they let me take a picture of them. But they were more than happy to and I don’t have proof!
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Noooooo! That’s terrible. I’m aching for you…
Damn those non digital camera days.
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I know, right? I had about four rolls of film developed from that time. I even took pictures of the catering trucks, which were my favorite part of all of that time, lol. What can I say I didn’t know any of those guys but I sure enjoyed the food 😉
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I can’t even think about all the photo albums of my adolescence that were lost when my MIL’s attic leaked. I was storing them there for 6 months. Should have made it 5.
*sob*
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Aww 😥. Believe me I know how that feels. But your loss was caused by a somewhat natural disaster, it was something that couldn’t be helped. My memories were thrown away on purpose by my mother to make room for my stupid brothers crap because he and his family moved back in with my parents 😤. I feel your pain River.
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Yes, that is worse. Stupid brother…
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What a killer story – and super sad that your mom tossed the photos!
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Thanks Heather, and you can’t imagine just how pissed off I was when my mom said she’d tossed those pictures. I could barely breathe!
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Oh, yes I can!!
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Kevin Costner? Swoon… You lucky gal 🤠
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Well I would have done some major swooning if I had known back then who he was, lol.
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I’ve never heard of the film, but I sure as hell have heard of Kevin Costner… the actor who never amounted to much. I would have been royally pissed too if something like that had been casually thrown away!!! Not that my Mom would have done that anyway since she’s a hoarder like I am…
The only movie I can think of that had any parts shot in my hometown is a small bar scene from a really bad Bill Murray movie back in the early 90’s… I can’t remember the name but it involved an elephant. No Hollywood catering trucks for us…
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Yes! That was exactly the way it was when they filmed the Easy Rider jailhouse scene in Taos, NM. And my meteoric rise and fall in stardom. From coffee shop entrepreneur to movie star and back to ordinary working schlub in 72 glorious hours.
You captured the feel perfectly …
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Ain’t that the truth, one day your a star (somewhat) and the next…boom back to life as usual.
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I absolutely loved this post! I especially love that you focused on the culinary delights you experienced for the first time, something endearing about that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this movie and now I need to watch it.
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Thank you Bryce, it’s been in my memory bank for a long time. I recommend you watch it, the film is actually really good.
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I already like it because it gave you such fond memories.
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Wow!!!!
I love this movie. In fact I remember watching it about a year ago. It’s timeless. To have the experience to be able to tell this story is the best. If this were a contest you’d win first prize. Yes, it’s a bummer your mom tossed the pictures, but still….the memories are priceless. This made my Friday. I’m going to have to tell my wife about this. She loved that movie.
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Hi Bryan, it is a wonderful movie, at least I think so. The adventure of the movie, the premise is so real and yet so surreal. It’s not very well known though, but I had the pleasure of being on set and enjoying my surroundings.
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So cool! I’ve never seen the film, but now I’m going to watch it and look for all the things you’ve talked about here. What a great experience for you!
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Thanks Suzanne, it was a great time although I was too young to know who those guys were. I wish I had, I’d have gotten autographs.
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Judd was sooo cute!
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Yes he was! Then later I found out right after they wrapped filming this film, he went onto start filming the Breakfast Club……*sigh*
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What a great memory! I haven’t seen the movie, but now I’m going to have to. And your lost pics!!!!! I’m weeping for you! Mona
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Thanks Mona! I know, I’m still pissed over that, ugh.
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Very cool. That looks like the kind of Texas town I love to visit. I lived in Matador, Texas a few years ago, and I’d watch the Roy Rogers movie that was filmed there–Mackintosh and TJ. The town looked exactly the same when I lived there as it did when the movie was filmed several decades earlier.
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Isn’t it surreal to see your town on the “big” screen? I thought so, although I didn’t see the movie until about ten years later.
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It really is. Have a great week!
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What a great story!!!!! Wow!!!
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