Saturday, December 30, 2006
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Thursday, December 21, 2006
I posted a version of this video in January, but it was taken with a videocamera pointed at the television and trying to record a video. Now I have ripped it from a DVD and not only is the quality better, but I've been able to improve the appearance (lightening it).
This was written to accompany this entry of my journal, where I explain that this was my father's last Christmas, several months before his death. The previous Christmas he had been so drunk that he couldn't remember his grandchildren's names. By the time of this video, he had been sober for several months.
He was a huge jazz fan and played a passingly good piano. Music was his passion and he felt that his grandchildren only liked rock 'n' roll, because they were teengagers. He had no idea how musical they were, now talented they were, how they shared his passion and how they could enjoy music with him.
This video builds as he realizes that he can actually "jam" with his grandchildren. I am just so happy that I had a video camera with me that night. It was one of very few happy memories I have of him.
He died a few months later. I don't remember seeing him again after Christmas, and we had a huge battle which left things terrible between us when he died. But I have this.
I have this.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Marie, a high school girl from Mexico, was living with us in 1987 while she finished her senior year in high school here. In December she was still "settling in," but decided she wanted to learn how to make pumpkin pie--so naturally I recorded it.
What does Marie do now, nearly 20 years later? She runs an award-winning restaurant near Sacramento.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
For years, I've wanted to make sure to preserve my mother's turkey stuffing recipe. There were the years when her 2nd husband was alive, when she spent every holiday with his family, so I had to learn to make my own stuffing, and went through several permutations, but the last couple of Thanksgivings, we have been back at her house and she's made her own stuffing again. Funny thing is that, though it tastes every bit the way I remember it, I've come to like mine better.
Still, for the ages, here is what I felt for many years was "the best turkey stuffing ever" (I'm sure she's cut back on the butter in later years.... :) )