When I was growing up in the 60s and 70s it seemed like every family took home movies. My family did - with a super 8 movie camera. I loved the sound of the film turning inside of it. For a couple of years, around the time I was about nine or ten, my parents used it occasionally, until they cast it aside and lost interest in it. Ten or so years ago after not seeing my family’s home movies since I was a kid I had them transferred to video. Ever so eager to see them again, I was more than disappointed to discover that out of an hour and a half of film I was hardly in them at all. Oh well.CLICK FOR MORE!
I have a special affection for the fabled city of Compton. Long before it became famous as a hot bed of hip-hop culture my mother grew up there in the 40s and 50s when it was just a typical working class suburban city. My grandmother was a housewife and my grandfather worked at the nearby shipyards.CLICK FOR MORE!
Some of my earliest childhood memories are of going to The Eastland Shopping Center in West Covina. I fondly remember as a four-year old taking the trip from home in Ontario sitting on the fold-down armrest in the backseat of my grandparents pink ‘58 Cadillac Sedan de Ville. I loved that car -of course- it had big tailfins. Eastland was amazing. When we were there I thought we were rich. Our first stop was always the May Company where it seems my grandma always bought a girdle. That was embarrassing.CLICK FOR MORE!