Times change, without a doubt. As technology made photographs more accessible and cheap, every family documented big events. Burgeoning photo albums showed the styles of the 1960s and the 1970s. Silly hair styles and mini-skirts were part of the albums.
Movie cameras shrank from complicated monsters with four blinding headlights to hand-held quiet 8 mm cameras, capturing the silliness of my era.
We were the hippy generation, the postwar baby boomers. Long straight hair and ‘hot pants’ were the style; leisure suits were for dressing up. We documented our life together with photo and film.
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Because we were diligent in recording our history and obsessive about keeping those films, we have a new position in the minds of our grown children:
We are their source of INFINITE JEST.
At Christmas 2012, I arranged to transfer a big box of 8 mm film to DVD, with my narration and background music. I don’t know what reaction I expected.
What we did get were peals of laughter, OMG-dad-you-were-such-a-geek, and LOL-mom-you-were-so-hot.
Our grandchildren will have hours of diversion and entertainment with our visual legacy to our progeny.
Hours and hours of infinite jest.