Friday Flashback

Christine's post today gave me the kick for my Flashback. See, she got a new camera, and found some reels of 8 mm film that her dad shot. Oh, so boring was her reaction to panned shots of mountains.

My dad had a video camera too, but he didn't film mountains (probably only because we didn't have any.) He did film lots of windmills in Holland. They don't move around much either. Mostly, though, he filmed us in all sorts of embarrassingly candid or ridiculously staged performances. I'm thinking here of the time he had me and my cousin Joanne (maybe?) attempting baton tricks on top of the picnic table. I don't know about Joanne, but I was not a baton twirler. I has a chubby awkward 6 year old in a two piece swim suit that rode up my back on top, and provided a tremendous wedgie on the bottom. Good times, good times. *shudder* Our family's companion to Christine's mountains were hours and hours of scenery out the windshield. There were five kids in the back of that seatbelt-free Pontiac Parisienne, and trees and corn fields provided better video?

These masterpieces of cinematography were the centerpiece of every party held in our house. And by every, I mean E-V-E-R-Y one. Christmas? New Years Eve? Sure! Birthdays? Of course, right after Pin the Tail on the Donkey and the "What's under the Tea Towel?" game. And then, for laughs (and perhaps amnesia inducing distraction), we'd watch Abbott and Costello movies. backwards.