Monday, August 21, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
god bless vhs...
You thought literary memories were cool? Last night I found videotapes dating back to my Grandfather's 70th birthday. I WAS 3 when Pop Pop turned 70.
I even have a tape of David Hermelin's video tribute to his wife on her 5oth birthday. Who is David Hermelin you ask? David was a friend of my father's, a huge supporter of ORT, the organization my father ran, and oh yeah, he was also the U.S. ambassador to Norway... during the Oslo accords... Yeah, well I think it's cool...
I also have audio tapes. An audio tape of me, singing Oklahoma! at a Florida flea market at age 4. An audio tape of the Safam song I played at the unveiling of my father's head stone when I was 9. An audio tape of the last family interview with my great-grandma on my mother's mother's side, Eva. She was one of 9 kids and the bearer of numerous stories about each of them and their offspring.
On 8mm, I have my bar mitzvah trip to Israel in 1995. Hobbes' first days as a member of the Klein family. A science project I did with Ethan Schwartz, casting Ethan's little brother Alex as an alien from Alpha Centauri. My mother played the news anchor. Somewhere, I also have 4 tapes, totalling 8 hours in all, of footage from Poland and Israel. The photography is terrible, but it is a chronicle of the 2 weeks I spent visiting concentration camps in Poland and, with new eyes, travelled to Israel to celebrate Israel's 50 year anniversary in 1998.
My memory is shit. If you asked right now what it said in paragraph one of this post I wouldn't be able to tell you without scrolling up. To have such a plethora of memories, captured on a variety of media, is a blessing. But also a curse... I am not looking forward to transfering everything to DVD and MP3...
I even have a tape of David Hermelin's video tribute to his wife on her 5oth birthday. Who is David Hermelin you ask? David was a friend of my father's, a huge supporter of ORT, the organization my father ran, and oh yeah, he was also the U.S. ambassador to Norway... during the Oslo accords... Yeah, well I think it's cool...
I also have audio tapes. An audio tape of me, singing Oklahoma! at a Florida flea market at age 4. An audio tape of the Safam song I played at the unveiling of my father's head stone when I was 9. An audio tape of the last family interview with my great-grandma on my mother's mother's side, Eva. She was one of 9 kids and the bearer of numerous stories about each of them and their offspring.
On 8mm, I have my bar mitzvah trip to Israel in 1995. Hobbes' first days as a member of the Klein family. A science project I did with Ethan Schwartz, casting Ethan's little brother Alex as an alien from Alpha Centauri. My mother played the news anchor. Somewhere, I also have 4 tapes, totalling 8 hours in all, of footage from Poland and Israel. The photography is terrible, but it is a chronicle of the 2 weeks I spent visiting concentration camps in Poland and, with new eyes, travelled to Israel to celebrate Israel's 50 year anniversary in 1998.
My memory is shit. If you asked right now what it said in paragraph one of this post I wouldn't be able to tell you without scrolling up. To have such a plethora of memories, captured on a variety of media, is a blessing. But also a curse... I am not looking forward to transfering everything to DVD and MP3...
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