On July 26 and 27, 1968 my father starred as Nanki-Poo in “The Mikado” at the Redlands Bowl in California. I remember sitting in the bathroom on the edge of the tub watching him apply the stage makeup. I can still remember the smell today. I have emailed someone at the Bowl, but haven’t heard back. I would love to have some photos of the event, and my Daddy in full makeup. I don’t have video of my Dad singing, and there are very few audio recordings either. That is so wrong.
I am in the process of making a shadow box for Hubby. It started with a knife and steel that had belonged to his grandfather. He used to own a grocery store, and used them to butcher meat. Hubby also worked for a short time as a butcher after high school. So my thought had been to see if we could find a picture of his grandfather as the butcher to add to the shadow box. Hubby’s Mom hunted for me, but wasn’t able to find one.
Today I finally did something I keep saying I will, but don’t. There are so often things I see while out and about that I wish I could capture. The camera in my phone just doesn’t do justice, so I have started carrying my little Fuji camera in my purse. I was sitting at a stoplight waiting to turn left. I pulled up just as it turned red so I knew I would be there for a bit. Many times I have been at that light and marveled at the view down the street. Unfortunately even the picture didn’t do it justice. But now I have the memory captured.
This wasn’t anything like having that picture or recording of my Dad, or even Hubby’s Grandpa, but it is a start. There needs to be records of the special times, we shouldn’t lose them.