I’ve had some free time lately and have been working my way
through the house, organizing and rummaging through closets and old boxes, which
led to me looking through some of my dad’s things. A couple of months ago I uncovered enough
slides, negatives and old photographs to take advantage of a deal through
Black’s where they would convert them to digital format, saving me the effort
of doing them myself “one day”. So off
they went, with the promise of safe return in 6-8 weeks.
The order came in about a month ago and the results are
awesome. I can’t wait to show my sister
the slide photos that my dad took at her wedding when we are together later
this week – I am sure she’s never seen most of them!
Cheeky smile! |
Also, it seems that my penchant for taking
random nature shots comes to me honestly; my dad had a keen eye for beauty in
the ordinary. I think it’s incredible
how you can learn so much about someone even after they are gone.
Winter street in Sault Ste. Marie |
How awesome is this picture of my parents? |
In the same bout of rummaging I found a box of old film
reels. Some were unmarked, but many had my
dad’s handwritten descriptions such as, “Dance recital 1979” and “Baby 1974”
(that’s me!) I brought them to a local multimedia
company, a true one-man band of media conversion, who agreed to convert them to
Blu-Ray for me. As of today I am still
waiting for the film order to be complete, but I recently spoke with Mr. One
Man Band and he said that it’s nearly finished and looking good. I promise to share some of the footage when
it’s safely back in my hands.
In the midst of this walk down memory lane, my dad’s watch
stopped working. My mom gave my dad this
watch on December 25, 1972 as both a Christmas gift as well as a “new dad”
gift, as it was the date she was due with me (I didn’t make an appearance until
January 18th – poor mom!) My
dad wore the watch every day, in the roughest of work environments, wearing
through several watchbands in the 36 years he wore it. I’ve only had it for 3 years, and it’s given
me a run for my money (much like I did to my dear old dad, no doubt!) I wear it when I need to feel close to my
dad, when I’m travelling on the highway (for some reason it makes me feel
safe), and sometimes just for fun.
At first I didn’t worry when the watch stopped, as popping
in a new battery has always been the solution.
Unfortunately this was not the case this time. When the jeweller came out of the back room gingerly
holding the watch with a sad look on his face, I knew the news was not
good. I realize the metaphor here is
heavy-handed, but I swear that I felt the same sense of dread that one feels
getting bad news about a loved one’s medical condition. He explained that the reason for the watch
stopping seemed to be a mystery, but that they might be able to find someone
who could fix it. Otherwise might I
consider putting the watch in a shadow box or display case? I am sure that I don’t have to tell you my
answer. So I signed a waiver allowing
the watch to be shipped off-site and held my breath.
Weeks went by and finally the phone call came – my watch was
fixed! I won’t lie, the repair was not
cheap, but it was totally worth it. The
jeweller replaced the glass cover as well and the watch looks sparkly and new. And it’s nearly 40 years old. There’s another metaphor in here somewhere,
I’m sure of it.