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Family Home Movies

9 Jan

As Jesus was getting into the boat, the man who had been
demon-possessed begged to go with him.   Jesus did not let him, but said,
“Go home to your family and tell them how much the Lord has done for you,
and how he has had mercy on you.”   So the man went away and began
to tell in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him.
And all the people were amazed.
Mark 5:18-20

 

My parents are passing down a legacy of memories that my brothers and I, and our children, will forever cherish.  From my earliest recollections as a small child, all the way up into my adult years, the brightness of the light bar and the sight of my mom or dad taking home movies was a natural part of life nearly as much as was my Daddy and his coffee. 

Wells Christmas 1961

Click below to watch this clip from 1961
1961 Wells Christmas
 
Over the course of 30 some years, reel after reel of 8 mm and Super 8 mm films were recorded and added to the collection that could always be found in a box in the front hall closet.  Many years ago while still living in my parents’ home, I began to organize this wealth of family heritage as I clicked out on the family’s old typewriter detailed notes of each individual reel.  This very rough but fairly accurate list of information was kept with the reels so whenever someone suggested on a lazy holiday afternoon that we watch home movies, we randomly pulled out several reels and could read the corresponding notes.

With the ever-changing quick tempo of technology and all that it offers, my parents’ movie camera eventually became a thing of the past.   It was replaced by the next generation’s VHS cameras and now digital video.  But in the bottom of that closet still laid priceless footage of our family and friends.  My mom often thought about transferring these antique memories into something more user-friendly, since it was always quite a chore to get out the projector, the box of films, and then to set up the movie screen.  After much research on Google and then inquiring phone calls to specific businesses, a final decision was made to use Digmypics.com, a company in Arizona, to transfer our home movies into DVDs.  For a few months in the spring of 2008, I made regular visits to my mom’s house where together we took my original typewritten notes and verified dates, special occasions, and familiar faces as we went through thousands of feet of movie film.  Once reels, lists, and instructions were fully updated and organized, all 7,500 feet of our family’s memories were boxed up and shipped Fed-Ex to Arizona.  Long story short, there was a fire in Arizona around 2 a.m. on the same morning that our box arrived on site.  Due to the complete loss of the facility just 6 hours prior, the shipment was refused and sent back to us inIndiana.  Our family was stunned at the near devastation of losing our priceless memories, so we once again put the box of reels back into the closet. 

Jay's 14th birthday

Click below to watch this clip of my brother Jay’s 14th birthday
 
Life for all of us kept its usual fast pace, but this past spring, mom decided it was time to send the box back to Arizona.  Digmypics.com has since rebuilt, and is now the largest web based photo scanning and video transfer service in America.  They were extremely gracious in dealing with us by charging our order from the 2008 price sheet.  Within a few short weeks of receiving our films, they had processed each reel, cleaned the films, and then uploaded them to a website which we could access in order to view, organize, and to title.  What a thrill it was to open the very first chapter and see my own mother at the age of 6 years old with her two big brothers, out playing in their side yard in Nashville,Indiana.  Within moments, there was my Pappy driving up the big hill to his parents’ home in his ’36 Chevy.  Reminiscing has a way of stealing my time, so I lost a few hours here and there while finalizing our order from Digmypics.com.  Grandparents, aunts and uncles, my gazillion cousins, friends, neighbors, church family, my own Daddy  ~  Christmases, birthdays, vacations, graduations, births  ~  Cars, trucks, fish, water skiing, dogs, cats, school buses, …   

I have come to a deeper appreciation for my Mother over the past few months as I have spent many hours working on this project in an attempt to provide something precious and most valuable to our families.  Thank you, Mom, for taking the time and making the effort to often pick up the camera and the light bar  …  and for giving us all this priceless gift that we will cherish for as long as life gives us breath… and for generations to come.

Vacation in Holland, Michigan 1971

Click below to watch this clip from our summer vacation in 1971
Summer vacation in Holland, MI 1971
 
 
The project is now complete.  We have 9 full DVDs, divided into 139 chapters.  We also ordered a portable hard drive so we can edit the unabridged version and share with extended family and friends.   Watching these memories come back to life will bring laughter, tears, and a lot of different emotions … but my prayer is that each person will be in awe of how God has had His hand of protection, His hand of comfort, His hand of love, and His hand of mercy on our families through the years.  May we not fail to go away and begin to tell how much Jesus has done for us. 

As Jesus was getting into the boat, the man who had been
demon-possessed begged to go with him.  Jesus did not let him, but said,
“Go home to your family and tell them how much the Lord has done for you,
and how he has had mercy on you.”  So the man went away and began
to tell in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him.
And all the people were amazed.
Mark 5:18-20

 

Until next time,
Debbie

 

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**  Blog photo of a home movie clip  ~ my Daddy and I in our new backyard 1962.

 

 

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Shattered … Yet Restored

21 Mar

 Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;  he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him,
 for God is our refuge.
Psalm 62:5-8

 

The past few days have taken my family on an unexpected journey in the event of my mother falling on Wednesday afternoon.  X-rays revealed the startling diagnosis of a shattered elbow.  Extreme swelling necessitated a slight delay before surgery, which the orthopedic surgeon scheduled for Saturday afternoon.  Dr. Ralston explained that he would go in, clean up all of the fragments of bones that had shattered, and reconnect the tendons to a different bone, giving back full mobility and use of mom’s right elbow.  He called this restoration surgery. 

After a couple hours, the doctor reported to the family that the surgery was a success.  Due to the fact that mother’s stomach reacts so adversely to pain medication and anesthesia, even with the help of finagrin and other aids, she endured a most miserable night and early morning.  However, the power of prayer prevailed and the Lord removed the nausea that usually lingers for days.  After she and the nurses were entertained by that little brother of mine, mom was sent home to recuperate.  The next scheduled visit to the surgeon is in one week, with routine visits to follow until she is completely healed.

Shattered.  What in your life has been, or is shattered?  This word is extreme. The doctor explained that there are good breaks and there are bad breaks.  Mom’s was not only bad, it was shattered.  What was normal, whole, and functioning suddenly became severely broken into pieces.   Can you relate?  Is it a marriage that is ending in divorce or possibly a relationship involving drug and alcohol abuse?  With the downturn of the economy, it might be a shattered career.  An unexpected illness or a sudden death … or memories of childhood abuse that surface from time to time, shattering years of suppressed feelings.  Whatever it is for you … and for me, there is hope. 

 Show me your ways, O LORD, teach me your paths;
guide me in your truth and teach me,
for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.
Psalm 25:4-5 

We wait in hope for the LORD; he is our help and our shield.
In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name.
May your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD,
even as we put our hope in you.
Psalm 33:20-22

Restoration.  The process will take time and it will be painful.  It all begins with trust and acknowledgement in the Great Physician who promises to restore and make you strong, firm, and steadfast.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.
Proverbs 3:5-6

And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while,
will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.
To him be the power for ever and ever. Amen.
1 Peter 5:10-11

My mom’s accident happened as Tim and I were literally driving out of town for a 2 week vacation.  Time was already requested off from work, our grandson’s first birthday was being celebrated in just a few days, and our cruise to the Bahamas paid in advance and the confetti was waiting.  My siblings knew all of this and supported us in our decision to keep driving east, but my heart still ached for my mother and the pain she was enduring.  Shatter wasn’t directly a personal experience for me on Wednesday, since my world quickly consisted of precious Cole kisses and little boy love.  Nonetheless, my spirit was preoccupied with concern as I stayed in contact with family as much as possible during those hours of urgency, and my heart remained prayerful.  Maybe you know someone whose world is being shattered and you are compelled by God to carry them in prayer …

We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure,
so that we despaired even of life.
Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death.
But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead.
He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us.
On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us,
as you help us by your prayers.
1 Corinthians 1:8-11

Life is full of moments … good ones and bad ones.  Some of the good ones are really special while some of the bad are those that shatter.  Please join me today in seeking the One in Whom we find hope, restoration, and healing in our time of extreme pain.

Till next time,
Debbie