Today was the day seven years ago my grandmother passed away. When exactly she was born (sometime in 1905) is a matter of fuzzy record, as she herself told, as her birth into a family of 7 siblings raised by her father in Newark, New Jersey was certified more 50 years later through research into the census records, so it was celebrated on October 15.
“Granny” as I kiddingly called her, was always special to me- she had lots of spirit, drove fast in her red Rambler (“I don’t want anyone behind me complaining about being stuck behind an old lady”), took me to see Johnny Unitas and the Colts play in Memorial Stadium, and was always keen to go jump the big waves at Ocean City, MD.
I had also kidded her about she had to stick around til she was at least 100- she did not make it, but got very close. I always loved hearing her stories about growing up in the early 1900s, her father the chess champion, learning to drive in a Model T, etc.
During a 1994 visit back east, at a stop at my sister Harriet’s house, I decided to capture some of the stories on this vintage micro-cassette, which I’ve been hanging onto, although the recorder/player stopped working. So this year, I invested a whopping $19 to buy a new micro-cassette player so I could digitize the tapes, which I have as about 35 minutes of digital audio.
When I visited my Mom in April, I managed to scan a lot of old photos, and combined with ones my sister provided (and a few representational ones snagged from the net), I have been planning to turn it into a digital story.
Woah, Neo, this is going to take more time than I thought. I’ve gotten through 2 of 13 tracks, and even with trimming, it was a few hours to come up with this 6 minute segment doing some really basic editing in the old iMovie.
And once this is done, Mom, you are next- I have an hour of your recordings and a pile of photos!
But this one’s for you, Granny, Happy Birthday.