Yes, Colmena: Somewhere on Wellesnet, I have an account of that grand day, one of many, when my father, mother, and I trooped down to Shea's Theater, in Geneva, Ohio, on a Sunday afternoon in the late Spring of 1941. Simply put, though we had heard Welles many times on the Radio, this was the first time we were to see him in action. I was enthralled by CITIZEN KANE, from first to last, and I was weeping when I saw the sled cast upon the fire, all the meaning churning within me. Afterwards, neighbors of ours in the small town, gathered in groups in the lobby. There was a good deal of both awe and head scratching, but the most common question was, "What did all that mean?"
Looking up at the anguished elders looming above me, I proudly proceeded to tell them, "Don't you see? When he was a little boy, he lost his sled, and that was the last thing, he thought of!" A number of eyes were rolled toward the ornate ceiling of the theater, whether in derision or wonder was also a question, maybe. But Ma and Pa were proud of me.
If you would like to read my extension of that idea, less scholarly than Dr. Carringer's, look at this review I wrote for Epinions over a decade ago: http://www.epinions.com/review/mvie_mu- ... 741497-bd4
I hope we have been able to help, Colmena.