I doubt that any amount of editing would have been able to improve the quality of these photos. The movies they are taken from have been collecting dust for about 64 or so years. The person behind the camera had his/her own thumb featured prominently in some shots, and each stop to record only lasted a second or two. Trying to pause the film and take a picture with the phone at just the right moment was a challenge, and I would miss that split second opportunity time and time again.
But I hope you’ll indulge me this trip down memory lane because these pictures represent a favorite memory, and the only real vacation trip my family ever took. We drove in a caravan with several other families, and I remember it so fondly. I remember rafting in Ausable Chasm, seeing the colors of the rock walls rising up on each side of the river. I remember going to Fort Ticonderoga, and the ferry ride on Lake Champlain. But the memory I remember most is the pony ride at Frontier Town, and how mad as a hatter I was that they didn’t let me just ride that pony by myself. I was sure I knew all there was to know about horses. No, not only did they not let me just take off on my own, but they had my sister leading the pony. If a cowboy had been leading the horse I might have taken it better, or maybe not. I’m happy to say that it looked like I was having fun so I must have kept my annoyance to myself. Seeing a movie of exactly the memory I remember best was pretty amazing. What also stood out as I watched the movie was that I was amazed to see the actors galloping into town during the re-enactment of a bank robbery. The visitors were right there, milling around, and they just galloped those horses through the town. I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t fly these days! And apparently water boarding was a thing too.
I’ve talked quite a few times about how much I cherish the memories I have from exactly this age. From the neighborhood I lived in then, and the people who made a lasting impression enough on me that I never actually let them go. And I’ve been so lucky to reconnect with them and to have them in my life again. And now to actually see that little kid that I was., the me before I let the world beat me into submission, so to speak. I liked that me, I’m glad to have her back…Thanks for indulging me this trip down memory lane.