Friday, December 17, 2010

Of Loss and Legacy

We recently lost the last of a generation with the passing of my mother’s sister, just months after we celebrated her 100th year of life. This week I’ve put time into producing copies of a DVD video I made from a three-day shoot with her. She was then 93 and needed the support of her photo albums to tease out family stories across so many decades. Next week my family will gather for Christmas, my son, my brothers and their wives and children, together for two short days. Most of those in attendance were together in July for Rita’s birthday. My gift to them, and to those who couldn’t be there, will be the biography she and I produced.

As any filmmaker would I embellished the production with still images, music and in one scene, had a female friend read from a diary my mother wrote during a working vacation she and Rita took together across Europe. I shot the diary over her shoulder and was quite proud of the result. Today I’m grateful for this legacy of her life, and the lives of her extended family, the gene pool shared by many of us gathering for Christmas this year.

When I shot the biography I was marketing a product I called “Life Stories” from a website named “legacy media”. I spoke with no one who didn’t get excited by the idea of preserving the stories of a parent, grandparent or older relation before time removed the opportunity. Another producer in North America got national media coverage on the subject and yet another developed and sold online a package designed to teach any videographer how to create a professional video biography. To my knowledge they got as far as I did, which was nowhere. Three siblings could commission a biography for less than six months of mobile phone bills! If you could arrange to have your grandfather speak to your grandkids for so small an investment what could possibly persuade you not to do it? Seriously. Take a moment to tell me. I would greatly appreciate it and just possibly you might tell me something I hadn’t thought of, something that might allow me to accept our willingness to allow priceless family history to vanish forever.