Remake of the Jedi, Part 1
This blog complements "Funny the World" and is a place to share the videos that I post (almost) daily.
This one takes a bit of explanation. Our kids always made movies. Everywhere they went, they made a movie. When they had cool props they definitely made a movie. For Christmas this year, David had received a great prop from Jeri for a gift (it appears at the end of the video--and I won't spoil things by saying what it is) and naturally they had to make a movie. They worked on scenes of it all day. The final scene was going to take place as we all sat down to Christmas dinner. And it came off very well.
BUT, we had several guests that day. Three of our foreign students had come to have dinner with us and they were used to the kids and their movie making habits (most had appeared in a movie or two--and our Malaysian son appears in this video), but the sister of one of them had just arrived from Mexico and I invited her to join us. She didn't speak English very well and she had NO idea that there was a movie being made. She was in total shock when "the moment" arrived and saw that everybody was laughing and continuing to eat their dinner. She thought we were the most heartless people she had ever met...until her sister finally clued her in.
After most people left the memorial to go home, we had another little ceremony. Bill's ashes are being stored in the garage, the place that he loved most to be, to work. Where all his beloved tools and car(s) are kept. It's like scattering someone's ashes on the ocean that he loved or on a favorite mountaintop. But not everybody would understand keeping the ashes of a loved one in the garage.
Anyway, we had the official "installation" of the ashes in the garage, and drank one last toast to Bill. And, of course, I made a video.
I was reviewing an outdoor production of Carlo Goldoni's "The Venetian Twins" last night and took along the camera (missed the best photo ops, unfortunately). It was cold to begin with and got colder as the night progressed. I didn't do a very good job with the video, but here it is, such as it is.
Fortunately, it was a good show.
I have a difficult time with the current immigration discussion. It's not that I think it's not a serious problem, but for some 10-12 years, we hosted some 70 people from 14 different countries, who shared our lives for a few days or a few years. Some stayed in this country illegally, most did not. Some became citizens.
This video is a teeny sample of the kinds of relationships we had with our foreign visitors.
I made a mistake on the title of this video. I said that these were guests from 1990-91. Actually the early ones were in about 1981-82 and the last one was in about 1990 (you can see how much David and Tom grew from the video with the dog to the video with the football!)
My father and I wrote a song once, when I was a kid. I don't have a lot of positive memories of my father, but when he was at the piano were the best times. He thought up the tune for this when he was in the bath tub. When he got dressed, he asked me to help him with the lyrics. In 1982, I finally got video of him playing it. You don't get the lyrics here, but they are right out of the 1940s moon-June-swoon type of songs.
I fell in love when first we met
My heart said she's the one to get
So I started to sing, and picked out the ring
But you didn't quite know me yet.
You looked at me and shyly smiled
My knees went weak, my head went wild
For I didn't quite see, how you could care for me
When you didn't quite know me yet.
It was autumn, the leaves were falling
Your glances had me in a swoon
It was magic, romance was calling
Love was in bloom, we were in tune
You learned to love, as I loved you
Our little romance had really come true
And I know when the day your hair has turned to gray
I'll still be in love with you.
This is a family classic. Taken in 1982, when Paul was 13. He decided to record his own Julia Child impression. You probably won't be able to understand most of what he's saying, but the thing still has me laughing hysterically as the bit builds and builds.
On May 18, our youngest son will have been dead 10 years. He's permanently frozen at age 24. His memorial service was unusual (how often does the local paper send a reviewer to a memorial service?), held in the local theatre. I want to post excerpts from the service today and tomorrow. Today's excerpt is all of his best friend, Jeff Storey, who reads part of a letter David sent to him describing a piano concert he attended. I aspire to be that good a writer. I wish I had known how good he was before he died so I could have told him how very proud of him I was.
Sorry about the length of this.
For mother's day I gave my 86 year old mother, who is somewhat technophobic, a digital camera. I got a Kodak Easy Share camera, which is the most like a point and shoot camera. I didn't bother telling her about the fact that it does video or any of the other features. I just showed her how to turn it on, how to take a photo, and how to review them in the camera.
I told her that when she has some photos she wants prints of, either myself or my cousin will take care of it for her.
People are posting their thoughts regarding the recent dustup on the Videoblogging group. I decided to weigh in with my thoughts, such as they are.
With several musicians in the family, my sister-in-law decided we would all have a sing-along-after dinner. I think we needed a few more musicians, but we had a good time anyway.
(Can you tell I put this together between 1 a.m. and 2 a.m.?)