Lights in London
I promise not to subject you to a bunch of home movies — especially as aged as these images have obviously gotten — but I couldn’t help myself with this one.
When the Dallas Symphony went on its first European tour in 1997, Mark was hired as second tuba. I went along for the first half of the trip as an orchestra groupie. We had a blast.
We left the kids — Sam was 9, Michael was 6, and Paige was 4 — in the capable care of my parents. But we took the camcorder to capture things we thought would interest them on our return.
The videos sat in a box for years after our VHS player died. I borrowed one from my parents this summer and, with the help of a Pinnacle Dazzle, have begun digitizing the handful of family videos we have.
We made this little ditty in London when we realized how much fun Sam would have had, if he had been there to play with the light switches.
This was the first time I’ve heard Mark’s voice since the week he died. I’m not sure who was grinning bigger tonight when we captured this first “movie,” Sam — re-living a favorite childhood memory — or me, remembering the sound of the love of my life.
It’s my first time to make a movie. Bear with me. I’ll fix that loop after the first minute.
The movie didn’t play for me but your post made me cry.
I’ve discovered that it doesn’t play on mobile devices, because I used blogger’s video upload, rather than YouTube, or Vimeo. Next time you are at your laptop, let me know if it still has a problem. If that’s the case, I won’t use blogger’s upload anymore.
It doesn’t work from my laptop either.
I fixed the loop. But I’m not sure what to do about Sharon’s laptop.