As I write, Herself is editing some home movie footage she took 10 years ago. One particularly difficult sequence shows Herself, Myself and The Artist - all quite drunk - singing VERY LOUDLY to a medley of classics, including Dancing Queen. It's very funny, and equally AWFUL.
But she's also got footage of the Hound the very first time we met her. She's a little fat dumpling, chewing my fingers. She's got footage of her nephew when he was 5 weeks old. He might like to see how cute he was. There's stuff of the Small Brother, when he was actually quite small, rather than ironically small.
It's a nostalgic trip. We've all improved over the years (I was truly frightening to behold back then, I do heartily apologize to anybody who knew me) but that is certainly a subjective view. It's great to have it.
Of course Herself's family have footage of Herself when she was a fat little dumpling. And there's footage of her grandparents and her Mum and Dad when they were tender young things. It's all in sepia and is like treasure trove. Photos, footage, it's all good stuff. I have clutched my photos of my Granny to me over the last weeks and they have been a genuine comfort. So I'm going out this weekend with my camera. It's time to take some snaps.
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ReplyDeletesweet. but terrifying. i find hairstyles are always the MOST embarrassing.
ReplyDeletewhy didn't someone tell us at the time?