The 21st anniversary of my dear father’s passing. I have been thinking a lot about him over the past year. Mostly who we were together on any given day at our house in the Palisades. That house, now one of the many homes in that area that were lost in the devastating Palisades fire. Our family sold that home many years ago. Recently, I’ve been thinking hard to recall the deeper memories that occurred in that house, the average every day life things between my father and I. It takes some work to focus and really drill down into the emotional bedrock of life experiences that over time tend to fade and eventually become harder to remember. I have been taking time each night before bed to run a reboot of the past, when I was a kid. It is fascinating to know that I can slowly unlock the things I had practically forgotten. Old memories do come back if you allow your mind to wander and paint freely. I have been doing a lot of this type of experimenting lately because the older I get, the more important it is to not lose the valuable home movies in my head. We all have them and we can all do this. I have managed to rebuild the house I was raised in. It’s pretty easy because it is such an early deeply rooted and meaningful time period for me. I close my eyes and imagine walking down the street. It’s like a virtual 360 degree video game. If you think hard enough you can fill in the entire neighborhood from that time. In 1970 I was five. That’s where I started. From the street I can see down our steep driveway with the two cars my mom and dad had at that time. I make my way to the front door and open it. I begin to paint in the entire front entrance and the bedroom hallway on the left. Then to the right, I take a few steps down leading into our living room. To the right of that is our dining room, and beyond that room is our kitchen. As I enter each room the memories begin flowing back to life. I can now see flashes of my mother and father, but it starts with hearing my dad’s voice echoing from another room. I proceed through the rest of the house and I can see him as he was in his 50s. Now that I have him at that age range, it triggers thoughts as to what he was doing with his career at that time. I immediately begin thinking about the McDonald’s commercials he would direct. I was with him for nearly 10 years of the creation of those classic McDonaldland TV spots. I have so many memories of him in that sound stage, working with everyone. He had a personal friendship with everyone on the crew, and he adored the cast. As I continue my journey into visualization of the past, I am getting better at re-creating those images, those situations, and all the details. I can see the entire cast and crew working so tightly together along with the man who created Ernest T Bass. It’s quite a sight to see him when he was so young, and so vibrant as opposed to what I last remember him as, in real life, on the last day of his life. 21 years ago today. May 21, 2005.
You and I are still together. I will always love you. Your forever loyal and loving son, David
