The first time I ever sat in front of a microphone was June 20, 1957. It was a Thursday and I was two and a half years old. In fact my Dad had me repeat the word. "Microphone!" I said deliberately. I know because I still have the tape which is now digitized. It's a 20 minute visit with my parents conducted by a friend of my mother's who was visiting Connecticut from Oregon. The tape was then taken back to Oregon so my grandparents could hear us all, especially me. Glad we got THAT back!
The following year, we celebrated our first Christmas in our new house. Once again tape was rolling and the mayhem that is Christmas was captured in all it's glory. "A toy TYPEWRITER!" I hear myself shout, with my parents reminding me to thank those far away gift givers who made all this happen. What a glorious record of a sliver of time enjoyed with my father, mother, and brother, all now deceased. How lucky my generation was to have audio tape!
As adults, my generation was even luckier to have video, complete with audio, to record the special times with our own kids. Wife Julie and I have been reviewing and cataloging what we have recently. We want to be in a position at some point to edit those pieces into more usable short videos that can be tailored to each of our kids, so they can show their kids.
Our kids' generation seems to be luckiest of all... they get their video in HD, and there is no tape involved! Their biggest problem is going to be keeping track of the hoard and to remember just how precious all this material really is... and really will be for generations to come. Especially over the holidays. Your job will be to remind them!