Memories of the Generations

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A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that I loaded all the old 8mm video reels that my parents had taken in the 60s to a video transfer place. Today I got the videos. Seven hours of footage on the reels all neatly compressed onto one 64-gigabyte flash drive. With it in hand I took it and my laptop to a restaurant and met my brother. We barely noticed our food as we watched the generations of our family. A quick preface: these reels have been more places than Hank Snow, including decades in an un-air conditioned attic. How they didn't do the Mission: Impossible self-destruct in ten seconds routine is beyond me. But they didn't, and as a result our lunch was spent with our parents, our grandparents, and even our great-grandparents (there was video of my great-grandfather's birthday party on one reel). I can't wait till these are all transferred so I can give them to my niece and my surviving uncles and aunts. The memories of the generations flowed heavily as we watched. I hope it blesses the rest of my family that way. Photo is a shot of the video footage: me as a toddler.