Man, am I on a blog binge! Forgive me for the deluge of posts. During my possession-purge these last few weeks, I peered into a forgotten cabinet to discover two dozen seven-inch boxes of brittle, shiny-orange Scotch audio tape that Dad had recorded starting in the early 1950s. Throughout his life he was a fanatical documentarian. In this respect, I am my father’s daughter. In photographic slides, audio, and later Super 8 film, he chronicled […]
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The Mouths of Babes
As I was digging through old files on my computer the other day, I came upon one that got me curious. It was labeled “mollyisms,” and I tried and tried to open it but it was corrupted or just too prehistoric. Driven by curiosity I persisted, and voilà: documentation of toddler Molly’s quotable quotes appeared on the screen. Here she is at age two-and-a-half, 29 years ago: Molly: What’s this, Mama?Ginna: That’s a rolling pin, […]
Read moreNo Wood Fire
As I’ve surely told you by now, when I was little my father occasionally gathered the family—Ma, my older brother Jay, younger sister Kate and me—around his big old tan Ampex reel-to-reel recorder for “Family Nights,” during which he’d interview us in turn and have us each perform little songs and answer a variety of questions. He was a ham. Put him in front of a microphone and he’d take off, in his faint Virginia […]
Read moreWithout Due Process
In 1982–1983, when Haitian “boat people” were surviving treacherous seas only to be incarcerated when they reached U.S. shores, Adi Gevins and I produced a documentary* about then-current U.S. immigration policy, and the parallels to the World War II internment of Japanese-Americans. In 1982, it was the Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS); now, it’s Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). The boat people are now children separated from their parents at the southern border. It is […]
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