Along the Way: The Journey of a Father and Son
Martin Sheen, Hope Edelman
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In this remarkable dual memoir, film legend Martin Sheen and his accomplished actor/director son Emilio Estevez share the stories of their lives while charting a spiritual journey through the Spain of their ancestors.
At twenty-one, still a struggling actor, Martin and his wife, Janet, welcomed their firstborn, Emilio, who was quickly followed by three more children. Emilio had a special relationship with Martin: they often mirrored each other’s passions and sometimes clashed in their differences. After Martin and Emilio traveled together to India for the movie Gandhi, the beginnings of a spiritual awakening eventually led both men to Spain. Along the famed Camino de Santiago pilgrimage path, Emilio directed Martin in The Way, bringing generations together in the region of Spain where Martin’s father was born and near where Emilio’s own son had moved to marry and live.
With vivid, behind-the-scenes anecdotes, Along the Way is a striking, stirring, funny story—a family saga that is as universal in its rebellions and regrets, aspirations and triumphs.
the people were being relaxed just a bit as he recognized the humanity in everyone. I was excited to see it because I knew what this guy was up to. He was going to change the world. Our little troupe from Greenwich Village won the Grand Prix award at the Paris festival and then moved on to Germany. By living very frugally, staying in pensions and scrimping on our meals, Janet and I managed to survive in Europe on $100 a week. And yet despite all of our striving and struggle just to make it from
one who had the most difficult time adjusting. He was only three and the inconsistency of going from snowsuits on a city street to shorts and flip-flops in a desert, where we couldn’t understand the language spoken around us, seemed to hit him harder than it did the rest of us. Somehow when we were in Mexico, Charlie also came to the realization that everyone has to die. Maybe it was because we lived near the slaughterhouse, or maybe it was something he dreamed about or saw on TV. Whatever it
and not an easy one to achieve. We stood there together for a few more seconds, thinking about it all. And that’s how our life as a family in California began. Pico Boulevard is a busy main thoroughfare slicing right through West L.A. When you turn off Pico onto Castello Avenue, you enter a sudden, quiet lull. Low cement-and-stone houses, empty sidewalks, sumac trees that drop red berries every fall lining both sides of the street—this was where my mother found us a furnished house to rent just
One afternoon I was sitting on his lap in his house and was suddenly overcome by a great need to know if men as old as he was had parts similar to mine. “Grandpa, do you have a penis?” I asked him matter-of-factly. He stared at me with a funny expression on his face but didn’t say anything in response. So I asked again. “Grandpa, do you have a penis?” “No, Emilio,” he finally said. “I donna to have inny peanuts.” That night in Spain, his brother Matias answered the gate and greeted us
gate and hugged me. He let loose with a stream of Galician I couldn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. His joy upon meeting us was palpable and didn’t need words to express. In 1969, Spain had been in the authoritarian grip of General Francisco Franco—also a Galician—for thirty-three years. As I would later learn, the uncle standing before me in his nightclothes was a liberal who’d taken part in an uprising against Franco in a heavily conservative region of Spain. He paid dearly for his heroic