Another Ho Hum Family Video

I don't think there's any question that I used to accomplish more in the olden days than I do now. This video might serve as an example of what was once a more energetic period of mine 20 years ago. This should also probably be labeled as another ho-hum family video for sister Fran, starting off here (as we do) with what had become a regular summertime destination for us starting in the late 70s and lasting until the early 90s. Birch Bay USA.

The surroundings of these quaint little white Birch Bay cottages has changed drastically over the decades since being captured here on video tape. In fact, the entire 20 unit complex (of which we would rent two units) has long ago been bulldozed to the ground and is currently nothing more than a grassy meadow with a fence around it. Its former glory exists now only in film and video form.

But on this particular hot day in July, not only do I manage to obtain my full day's worth of seaside frolic in Birch Bay, I also manage to zip back to Vancouver in the evening to take my position at third base on the local softball team during our stretch drive for the playoffs. Nowadays, in my more sedate state, I might agree to partake in one or the other of these two endeavors in a single day, but not both. And more than likely, I'd just keep to the seaside frolics and call it quits. And only then if there was a lawn chair nearby.

Hither Dither And Yawn

I'll try uploading a video to the blog page today - first time in a month - but I'm not at all confident that the effort will be successful. In case it does work however, I should explain that the footage on this video has been compiled from bits and pieces of my lost decade (1985-1994) when most things were pretty much hither dither and yawn.

I recognize a few faces on this presentation that haven't been seen 'round here for a couple of decades, and then a few others that have changed from toddler to twentysomething. I guess that's how it works. People either grow up or grow old. And then there's people like me (not many) that seem intent on capturing everything from childhood to retirement (and further) on super 8 film and video tape. As if it might actually be considered important or interesting when finally played back years in the future. Damn; I guess this is the future already isn't it.