The other night I was thinking about the house we lived in for 19 years. It was a rental and I was thinking about our pet rooster chasing me around the yard nipping at my calves and the playhouse I built for Jessie in the corner of the yard.
It made me reminisce. Sometimes when I think back to those times, I miss them and I'll get frustrated when I can't remember every detail or relive those moments. Almost a sense of panic.
I met a girl in Sydney Australia when we played at the Royal Easter Show for 2 weeks and she and I had such a wonderful time. (nothing physical) She would borrow her older brothers Morris Mini and let me drive and she would show me around Sydney at night. It was one of my magical memories from 50+ years ago. I was thinking with all the people finder sites I might be able to locate her just to say hello see how her life turned out. I think of all the information I don't have and it makes me think I'll probably never locate her, then I think, what if all I find is an obituary. Elizabeth, if you see this.... :-)
These are the memories that were but are no longer. Our memories can be both a blessing and a curse.
Smoking was a curse. If you are honest with yourself,
you will see it offered nothing. It was a lie.
25 years into the future.
My second wife was attached to a video camera. She took them everywhere. They were like part of her face. After my daughter Jessie moved to Seattle, she spent an entire year transferring videos from all formats. 8mm, VHS, VHS-C, All of them, to large capacity hard drives and sent me one of everything. We're talking nearly 3TB.
The other day when I had these "missing details" thoughts, I plugged it into my computer and found videos of Brewster the rooster and the playhouse and took a few screen shots from a trip we took to Disneyland in 1991. She was 4. :-)
Jessie and Pluto
I am unable to edit the video or I would post a clip. :-)