Here’s a six minute excerpt from our family home movies entitled, “jazz is the sountrack of my life.”
It’s a little unnerving doing a directors commentary to your own life, but I suppose we’re all the directors of own lives in one way or another.
In 1945, my father purchased a Revere 88 8mm camera through the mail when he and my mom were stationed in Japan during the occupation. He filmed all sorts of things as Japan was being rebuilt. After they came home from Japan, he continued to film my sister, Donna Jean and I, as we grew up.
Can we really know where we’re going or where we’re at, without knowing where we’ve come from?