Remembering Forgotten Memories

I’ve lived in Las Vegas since I was six, but Chicago, where I was born, has always felt like my hometown. I don’t even remember much about my life there since I was so young, but yet I’ve always had a homesick feeling in the back of my mind whenever I think about it.

Since the memories of my life there are almost twenty years old, they’ve become somewhat diluted over time. I notice that when I remember what my old apartment looked like, it’s from the perspective of someone barely over three feet tall. I remember bits & pieces in flashes, and while I have a few photos from my childhood that help piece things together, there is still so much more that remained fuzzy.

I recently had a home video transferred to DVD using YesVideo. I let my Dad pick out a tape since he knows what they all are & I haven’t seen any of them in years- and some I’ve never seen at all. My Dad happened to pick the tape that included many of our highlights from the last year I lived in Chicago, when I was just 5 and 6, and it was just amazing to see.

The tape {now DVD} included some fun memories like meeting Sandra Bullock while she filmed “While You Were Sleeping” around the corner from my house {that’s her in the picture above, with my Dad & I}, and our final trip to Disney World. It also caught some adorable {if I do say so myself} clips of me as a little girl. In one clip I was dressed in my Halloween costume, singing the songs that I had learned in Kindergarten that day. In another, I’m discovering my Easter Basket and hunting for eggs throughout my house. There’s even a clip of my best friend from Kindergarten, who I still talk to today, dressed up as Dorothy {I was Ozma} playing hide & seek with my action figures, which my Mom hid for us.

The clips that meant the most though were the ones that anyone else would find remarkably boring. When I lived in Chicago, I lived in a two-flat: one house with two apartments. My Great Aunt lived downstairs, and we lived upstairs. When we moved to Vegas, she actually moved a few weeks before I did. When she did, she moved with my Grandma {her sister}, and I was heartbroken. I knew I’d see them in just a few weeks, but to a five-year-old three weeks may as well be ten years.

On the day that they moved, my Dad took the camera and did a video tour of her {now empty} apartment. I was able to see every inch of the place from an adult’s perspective- and while the couch with the bright orange & green afghan was noticeably absent, the memories of years spent in that apartment came flooding back. When the tour was over, I saw myself as a little girl, saying goodbye to my Aunt & Grandma.

My Grandma has since passed away, and watching the heartbreak in my eyes as I said goodbye rehashed some of the pain of her passing. However, it was worth it to see her again. To hear her voice as she said she would see me soon, and not to cry, was breathtaking. It’s been almost five years since she passed, and I still miss her everyday. But now when I find myself thinking about her, I know I can still see her on our home movies.

While the home movie I had transferred wouldn’t interest anyone else, it means the world to me. It brought up old memories I had forgotten about, it allowed me to remember my Grandma {and my childhood pets even}, and even to see a bit of my son in myself at that age. I just can’t wait to see what the next video has!

What forgotten memories have you uncovered with your YesVideo transfers?

This post was written by Shell Feis, blogger at {Not Quite} Susie Homemaker. Shell lives in Las Vegas & blogs about her transition from sorority girl to mom & wife. You can follow her #YesMemory #PhotoADay progress on Instagram & Twitter or find her on Pinterest!