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Topics of the day:
1. Dept. of shameless self-promotion
2. Margaret Mead on the Merv Griffin Show 1970 or71
Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2003 15:18:13 -0700
From: Snowden Becker <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Dept. of shameless self-promotion
Greetings all--here's a taste of the local press that Home Movie Day is =
getting nationwide: a nice article from yesterday's L.A. Times. Check out =
the homemovieday.com site for additional information and the latest-breakin=
g Home Movie Day news.
AND keep your ears open and your radios tuned on Friday, August 15th, =
during NPR's "All Things Considered"--film archivists from across the =
nation will be interviewed during the Kitchen Sisters' special feature =
story on Home Movie Day!
Los Angeles Times August 12, 2003 Tuesday
Copyright 2003 The Times Mirror Company; Los Angeles Times
All Rights Reserved
Los Angeles Times
August 12, 2003 Tuesday Home Edition
SECTION: Calendar; Part 5; Page 6; Calendar Desk
LENGTH: 1298 words
HEADLINE: Our past, in Super 8; National Home Movie Day celebrates the =
family footage shot by dads across America in the decades before video =
BYLINE: Bob Baker, Times Staff Writer
"You," Snowden Becker told me over the phone, "are just what we're looking =
All because of my 3-inch-square yellow box that held 50 feet of 8-millimete=
r film shot in 1949. Film that nobody in my immediate family had ever =
seen. Certainly not me. And I had the strongest interest in seeing it. =
Because I was the subject. My mom's handwriting on the little box of =
Kodachrome said: "Bobby 2 yrs."
If Becker is right, thousands of people like me will bring little boxes =
like that to a couple dozen sites around America on Saturday to participate=
in the first National Home Movie Day. From Chicago to Pike's Peak to =
Buffalo to Santa Fe, volunteer film archivists, armed with a variety of =
projectors, will screen your home movies -- movies often shoved deep into =
garages and basements as projectors broke and the marvel of videotape =
muscled aside film.
The Southern California screening site is the Japanese American National =
Museum, at 369 E. 1st St., open from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. It was chosen =
because the museum has compiled a collection of home movies of the =
Japanese American community, including some footage shot surreptitiously =
inside World War II internment camps.
The notion of Home Movie Day was born over beers in Boston in November at =
a conference of the Assn. of Moving Image Archivists -- people whose =
newsletter reports things like Sweden's plan to restore aging film of =
former U.N. Secretary-General Dag Hammarskjold. Becker, herself a trained =
film archivist, was deeply worried about all that home-movie film hidden =
or disregarded. What we need, she and a few of her contemporaries decided, =
is a consciousness-raising effort: a day when people would be invited to =
root out their long-ignored home movies, watch them, appreciate them and =
vow to preserve them.
It was at that moment in my conversation with Becker that I remembered=20
the little yellow box. My mom had given it to me two or three years ago. I =
didn't have a projector -- as best I can remember, my parents never had =
one, either -- so I'd vowed to get the film converted to video, but never =
did. Then, two months ago, my mom died and I had one more thing to feel =
guilty about. Now it hit me: She was probably on the film. It would be a =
way of reconnecting.
I didn't want to wait for Home Movie Day. I wanted to see Mom now. Becker =
was kind enough to invite me to USC's Moving Image Archives, where she =
spends her Fridays as a volunteer. She makes a living as an editor for =
interactive programs at the Getty, but her passion is using film as a =
historical document. Like many organizers of Home Movie Day, she is in her =
30s, born after the crest of the home-movie experience, possessing a =
romantic curiosity about it, convinced there are social insights in =
watching an unknown family's Mexican vacation.
People who come out Saturday to screen their movies of the '40s, '50s and =
'60s "will remember the clothes, the way people wore their hair," she =
said. "It's how the American memory is being preserved....We're just =
scratching the surface of home movie material that's out there and =
beginning to see it as something that captures a different view of life, =
in some ways more truthful than news film." Her favorite find these days =
is the 1,200-reel collection of the late Pasadena physician Harold =
Thompson, donated to USC 20 years ago, yet hardly ever viewed. Its =
carefully edited contents stretch from cross-country trips to a 1965 =
vacation in Baghdad, replete with camels and palm trees.
Becker had known my film was 8-millimeter color from the way I described =
the yellow box. Most home movies were shot on one of three formats: 8 =
millimeter, Super 8 or 16 millimeter. (There is even a small cult that =
tries to preserve works shot on European-made 9.5-millimeter stock.) In =
USC's basement archives, she spooled a bit of film from the little reel =
and saw images. But when she tested the film on some of the old editing =
viewers, none of them worked or were compatible with 8 millimeter. Which =
meant I was going to have to wait. But I couldn't.
So at Becker's suggestion, I called Alan Stark at Film Technology Co. in =
Hollywood, which is going to provide equipment and volunteer help at =
Saturday's event, and he transferred the film to a DVD.
I took the DVD home and put it on, and in that soundless world of fuzzy =
images it became clear to me what a half-century-old piece of film gives =
you that videotape cannot.
I watched a chubby-cheeked 2-year-old in front of a cake, apparently at =
his birthday party, apparently on birthday-party sensory overload, =
alternately smiling and crying, occasionally flailing his arms. ("Some =
things never change," my wife said as she walked by.) With no sound, the =
images seemed to suck more concentration from me. Or maybe it was the=20
hazy quality of the picture.
And then my dad, dead 13 years this month, stuck his head in from the =
side. He had hair! Of course, I realized, he was only 32. I'd seen him at =
this age in photos, but never as a moving presence. And unlike my later =
memories that wiped so many good times away, he didn't have Alzheimer's. =
He was smiling, and coaxing a smile out of the boy.
There were other ghosts: Uncle Sam, and my grandmother's second husband. =
And there were others who still live, aunts Ida and Edith, so vibrant. =
Their kids -- my four older cousins -- were playing with the little boy. =
One of the cousins was rocking on what I took to be one of the boy's =
presents, a spring-propelled bucking bronco. It was Andi, age 7. Wait a =
minute. Didn't I just go to Andi's 60th birthday party? How did that =
The camera panned the adults in the room, and they spoke silently to it =
with respectful smiles, without any of the self-consciousness or coolness =
that we reserve for the all-too-ubiquitous video camera.
Only two things eluded me: Who was behind the camera, and where was Mom? I =
kicked myself again for not doing this sooner. And then some bursts of =
light signaled the end of the reel. Three minutes, 32 seconds.=20
A rushed, incomplete but thrilling trip back through time.
Dwight Swanson, a Maine social historian who works at a nonprofit historic =
film archive and is coordinating Home Movie Day in Portland, said he is =
fascinated by the rituals that accompanied watching such films in the =
pre-video era. "I ask people how they watched them. It was definitely a =
family thing. Often it was the father in charge of the projector ... or, =
every Christmas, usually once a year, the family would get together" to =
watch newer film, "maybe neighbors too."
Kevin Phillips, a petroleum-company surveyor who is coordinating home =
movie viewing in College Station, Texas, said part of the event is to =
"demonstrate the lasting value of film. With a lot of the technologies we =
have, there's a gee-whiz factor, but it hasn't been proved to have a =
lasting quality to it, whereas film has been around now for over 100 =
years; there are movies in existence from the 1890s.
"I remember in the early '80s, when people were switching to videotape, =
people would have home movies transferred to video and then throw the film =
away -- and that's a great tragedy. One of the points of Home Movie Day is =
to get people to hold onto their film because that will probably outlast =
videotape." The storage life of DVDs remains to be seen, experts say.
At home, I watched my DVD-converted 50 feet of film again and again, =
trying to soak in what it said about technology, history, family. I wished =
I had another reel. But I knew I'd been lucky simply to have this. I =
thought about what Swanson in Maine had said about another purpose of =
Saturday's sessions: "Because people aren't dealing with film anymore, =
it's become a slightly mysterious object, and we wanted to demystify =
Funny. To me, it feels more mysterious now.
GRAPHIC: PHOTO: FAMILY IMAGES: Snowden Becker, a film archivist and one of =
the organizers of Home Movie Day, looks at footage on a 16-millimeter film =
viewer in the basement of Norris Hall on the USC campus.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Richard Hartog Los Angeles Times
LOAD-DATE: August 12, 2003
Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2003 19:40:52 EDT
From: Celeste Sotola <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Margaret Mead on the Merv Griffin Show 1970 or71
I am looking for a clip from the Merv Griffin Show in 1970 or 1971. Margaret
Mead was a guest on his show and read from a book called "A Poet Goes to
by Earl E. Martin. He received the Purple Heart in Vietnam, and wrote this
collection of poems about the war when he came back in 1969. The book was
published by Big Sky Books through Montana State University in 1970. He
was in the spring of 1970, when his book came out, and he was in a
Montana when approached by someone who had seen Margaret Mead read from his
book the night before on the Merv Griffin Show. I am Earl's wife and would
to find a copy of this clip to give to him. If anyone has this clip or
suggestions on how I might locate it, I'd be very grateful.
Celeste Sotola 111 West Basin Street
Basin, Montana 59631
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