Showing posts with label Young Althouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Young Althouse. Show all posts
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Mother's Day!
With an hour and 39 minutes of old home movies (circa 1950s to 1960), I almost scraped together a full minute of my mother, Marise Beatty Althouse. This came in at 59 seconds. It's like she's hiding from the camera. But maybe there is a glimpse of the real Marise. It's too late to get any more pictures or any more hints of who she was. Cherish your own mother, now, while you can, if you still can, or cherish her memory, children of the world.
Monday, May 4, 2015
"Hail to the Victors Valiant"... is the fight song to beat...
... in this version by some University of Michigan musical theater students at their graduation party:
Wisconsin? Anybody?
ADDED: I'm looking for musical-theater-type presentations of the Wisconsin song (and other schools' songs), not just the usual marching band things, but something different. Also, I just want to say that my mother grew up in Ann Arbor, and here I am as a little kid visiting my grandparents on South Division Street:
I'm the one I would want to be if I didn't already know which one I am. (Photo, from 1956, previously blogged in 2013.)
Posted by Scott Orr on Sunday, May 3, 2015
Wisconsin? Anybody?
ADDED: I'm looking for musical-theater-type presentations of the Wisconsin song (and other schools' songs), not just the usual marching band things, but something different. Also, I just want to say that my mother grew up in Ann Arbor, and here I am as a little kid visiting my grandparents on South Division Street:
I'm the one I would want to be if I didn't already know which one I am. (Photo, from 1956, previously blogged in 2013.)
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
New Year's Eve, circa 1955.
At our house in Newark, Delaware, this was going on:
(From my edits of old home movies. My mother is the blonde. My father is the one I showed you 3 posts down � that is to say, not the man on whose lap you will see my mother sitting.)
(From my edits of old home movies. My mother is the blonde. My father is the one I showed you 3 posts down � that is to say, not the man on whose lap you will see my mother sitting.)
8mm movies of my father.
I used Legacybox to transfer 10 reels of 8mm movies from the early 1950s to video. An hour and 39 minutes of movies produced about 33 minutes of material that's interesting, intra-family. From that, I'm making some shorter clips. This one is, quite simply, my father, Richard Althouse.
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