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This is probably one of my greatest regrets with my grandmother. I was planning to do exactly this for quite a while but life had other plans, she is gone now
by DoingIsLearning 5y ago
This is probably one of my greatest regrets with my grandmother.
I was planning to do exactly this for quite a while but life had other plans, she is gone now and although I have great memories of her, I do regret not having a video record of her story telling to be able to share with her great-grandkids.
- ryanmercer 5y agoMy father died 12 days before my 13th birthday, cancer. My 7th grade tech teacher (also sadly now dead from leukemia) sent me home with a camcorder to interview dad, to record memories, because his father died young too. What did I do? I sat in a chair and pointed it at the tv and recorded episodes of Battlestar Galactica (1978) reruns on tv... Sigh. Although, dad was pretty sick then from both the cancer and treatment and I'm not sure I would have wanted to revisit those videos anyway so maybe it's a blessing in disguise. As it stands though, I only have one recording of his voice - an answering machine recording and I do think it would be nice to have more of his voice. I guess I'll have to wait for time machines.
- agumonkey 5y agointeresting counter intuitive plot methinks a microphone would often be better suited then, unless voice is also ruined by the disease
- nefitty 5y agoOh, that really hurts. I'm lucky my grandpa's sister is still around. I should go see her more. During Thanksgiving I found out my grandpa had a rebellious streak. He quit a steady high-paying job with an American bananero to live in the jungle by himself for a bit. Apparently he had a really tense relationship with authority, which I see in my mom, one of my brothers and definitely in myself. During his time living out in the wild, he constructed platforms in trees to sleep on. His outpost was near the villages his family lived in, so his main task out there was to keep the area free of leopards. I learned that one of my aunts in Central America might actually have photos of my grandpa as a young man with his leopard trophies! My God. The things I missed hearing. Era muy chingon mi abuelo.