May 10, 2015
Mother's Day!
With an hour and 39 minutes of old home movies (circa 1950s to 1960), I almost scraped together a full minute of my mother, Marise Beatty Althouse. This came in at 59 seconds. It's like she's hiding from the camera. But maybe there is a glimpse of the real Marise. It's too late to get any more pictures or any more hints of who she was. Cherish your own mother, now, while you can, if you still can, or cherish her memory, children of the world.
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She is charming.
"Cherish your own mother"
I do. And I'm grateful for yours.
My mom passed away just a few weeks ago, age 92. I was at her side almost to her last breath and I told her among other things that it was okay to let go and that I would see her again by-and-by and that when I did it would be forever. The day before my border collie pup crawled into bed with her (they allowed dogs at the hospice) and my mom smiled I think for the last time. This is my first Mother's Day without her and it is pretty damn hard I can tell you. A beautiful daughter of Erin has moved on and I do surely miss her.
Sweet memories.
I hold my Mom in high regard for the example she set. She once said I took every left turn in life.
Mine lived in three centuries, being born in 1898 and dying in 2001. She was an amazing person having experienced an amazing life. She was intact mentally until she died and my children, when they were teenagers, would go to Chicago and spend time with her.
I took her to see "Titanic" when the movie came out and she laughed at some of the scenes as she remembered it well. She wrote letters to doughboys in WWI and sent some of her nephews and their friends off to war in WWII.
We had about 50 people at her 100th birthday party.
That second scene -- the one inside a car -- is so adorable!!
Happy Mother's Day!
Roughcoat, nice elegy. I can hear the Irish in your writing.
beautiful, Althouse! and you added music? so cool.
My mother's mother, Geraldine Beatty, was born in 1900, and my mother often said she just wanted to live until the year 2000. She didn't though. She lived until 1999. I have sometimes thought that she was spared having to see the 9/11 attacks. She lived through a childhood in the Depression and remembered listening to the radio news in the beginning of World War II. She went to college quite young, at age 16. When she graduated she joined the Army, one of the earliest WACs. That's where she met my father.
"beautiful, Althouse! and you added music? so cool"
The movies are all silent, so when I put them up on YouTube I use the music YouTube makes available. I look through what is the right length and try to find something that fits.
The ad is there because of the music.
@Roughcoat, it is tough, keep up the memories and cherish the dreams she appears in. I still do after 12 years. Both my parents appear in my dreams and those are my happy days. Speaking of memories, 317 is my parents house number where I grew up until I was 20 something and got married and left. I have got into this silly habit that when I see a license plate with 317 in it, I smile thinking that my dad is saying Hi and feel happy, a burst of endorphins just like that. It is random enough that every time I see it, I get excited.
I suspect your father was behind the camera!
Feminism has done a whole thing of the male gaze and oh my god, shut up with the male gaze. Anyway, it's really cute how she keeps ducking the camera and the operator just wants to capture her. I love it!
And that's a lot of work, editing a one-minute movie from so much footage. All for your mom on mother's day. Really beautiful, Althouse, thanks for sharing.
I love seeing Althouse's old pics and videos, especially of her parents. First world advantage. All I have of my mom is one pic of her carrying me when I was 2 years old. I had that pic tucked away in some box for years. But the night my brother called me to tell me she was gone, one of the things I did that night was to frantically look for that pic and you can't imagine the relief I felt when I found it and it is now in a frame, safe and always available.
Happy Mother's Day, Ann.
I'm reminded of indoor filming, and these horrendous lighting systems. I remember the neighbor wrecked his 5 year old son's birthday party with the demands of the super-8 mm camera system.
My mother had a special surprise as her grandson made the 2 hour drive to help celebrate the day.
Surprise!! You look like your mother!!
We brought dinner (from a restaurant) to my mother-in-law's house this evening. While planning this, I was trying to think of a special gift or treat to.bring with it. Chocolate, no, we always give her that. Flowers, meh. I thought and thought, and then I hit upon it: wine.
She and my sisters-in-law often share wine, and I always decline. "No, thank you." "No, thanks." "Not tonight. " So today I went to the place with a wine guy and had him pick out two bottles. Then I brought them with dinner and had my mother-in-law pick out one. We shared it, and she was delighted, and it was perfect.
The Mother's Day sale on Vudu is depressing.
That was fun. Thank you.
Happy Mother's Day! I love this movie. Coincidentally, today is the 55th anniversary of Dean Martin recording that song.
Beautiful, Ann. And placing the clip here, on your blog, brings your mom nicely into your life now, even if she cannot be here in person.
I hope you had a Happy Mother's Day.
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