While home movie cameras have been around for more than half a century, the digital era has made it exponentially easier to chronicle your family history and share it with everyone (whether they're interested or not).
Lately, having watched some of our videos from the chaotic mid- and late 90s, I've come to realize the importance of these personal archives.
I had forgotten, for instance, just how crazy those days were for us. Logic suggests having four (and later five) little kids in the same house is inevitably going to generate some degree of mayhem, but it had slipped my mind just how fun and crazy it all was.
The short clip above is a scene from our family Christmas 1998, and a quieter account a week later of little Jared eating baby cereal for the first time.
Nothing earth-shattering, yet there is so much to enjoy in those two minutes:
- The tumult of voices that punctuated every family Christmas
- A shot of my mother-in-law and father-in-law, now both gone, as their granddaughters Courtney and Elissa present Grandpa with a gift (a weather rock, as it turns out)
- Hairstyles I had forgotten about, and a long-since-faded hair color (dark brown) for me
- Jared's little Cleveland Lumberjacks hockey bib
- Jared's less-than-enthusiastic reaction to his first taste of something that wasn't breast milk (I believe the cereal was mixed with breast milk, but after a few spoonfuls, it didn't seem to help)
- Scenes from our old house on East 300th Street
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