Amazing interview Michael. Discovering that clip was the highlight of my year. I immediately burst into tears when I saw it for the exact reasons pointed out in this discussion. It was a tiny gift from the beyond.
In 2013, a year after my mother died, while I was still wading through boxes of photos, paperwork and correspondence, I brought our home movies to the Chicago Film Archives to be digitized. And I had a similar “Prince-like” reaction to a movie of my dad as a very young man. There were the familiar mannerisms that brought him back to life (so full of life!) for a few moments. And I thought about how much he had yet to experience. It was exquisitely heartbreaking. Here is a link to the clip. Not sure if it works but if you can see it, my father is the young man with the brown hair.
It makes me wonder how many photographs of me are out there in someone else’s photo album. Does someone have a memory of me captured in a photo that I have long forgotten or don’t remember at all. I have old pictures of me with friends from when I was five, ten, etc. Do these photos capture special memories of people I haven’t seen in decades? Quite possibly.
You know, many, many, many years ago I had this happen to me, back in my second college year at Lakewood. I ran into a summer camp attendee who had a photo of me that I'd never seen before that she'd taken the summer we were both at camp. It's an odd sensation to see yourself through the eyes (camera) of someone else. I didn't think I looked like myself! It's a great experiment in self-awareness and the changeability of life. I wish I had a copy of that photo, but it disappeared after she showed it to me.
Similar experience . A couple years ago a college friend posted a photo of me and a girl. I had no memory of it. It was also an awkward photo. Best left unseen!
Amazing interview Michael. Discovering that clip was the highlight of my year. I immediately burst into tears when I saw it for the exact reasons pointed out in this discussion. It was a tiny gift from the beyond.
Exactly. Why I love the path I’m on now until the end of my life.
In 2013, a year after my mother died, while I was still wading through boxes of photos, paperwork and correspondence, I brought our home movies to the Chicago Film Archives to be digitized. And I had a similar “Prince-like” reaction to a movie of my dad as a very young man. There were the familiar mannerisms that brought him back to life (so full of life!) for a few moments. And I thought about how much he had yet to experience. It was exquisitely heartbreaking. Here is a link to the clip. Not sure if it works but if you can see it, my father is the young man with the brown hair.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UFRu3dgImW8
Wonderful! Thanks for sharing it with all of us.
It makes me wonder how many photographs of me are out there in someone else’s photo album. Does someone have a memory of me captured in a photo that I have long forgotten or don’t remember at all. I have old pictures of me with friends from when I was five, ten, etc. Do these photos capture special memories of people I haven’t seen in decades? Quite possibly.
You know, many, many, many years ago I had this happen to me, back in my second college year at Lakewood. I ran into a summer camp attendee who had a photo of me that I'd never seen before that she'd taken the summer we were both at camp. It's an odd sensation to see yourself through the eyes (camera) of someone else. I didn't think I looked like myself! It's a great experiment in self-awareness and the changeability of life. I wish I had a copy of that photo, but it disappeared after she showed it to me.
Similar experience . A couple years ago a college friend posted a photo of me and a girl. I had no memory of it. It was also an awkward photo. Best left unseen!