While my best memories of Green Lake are certainly from summer vacations, we still had plenty of fun heading up there when the snow was falling. I vividly recall visiting the "old acres" for the holidays a couple of times during the 1970s. Sledding was a blast on the steep, long slope - as long as the Flexible Flyer or metal saucer I was piloting was not on a collision course with one of the majestic burr oaks that provide a perfect canopy during the summer months.
And while I was not yet born when this particular roll of Super 8 was shot, I do remember visiting about 6 years later and riding around on my grandpa's Johnson snowmobiles. The boy shown is my cousin Jeff and my parents, an aunt and uncle and family friends also attempt to master the mountain.
Showing posts with label super 8. Show all posts
Showing posts with label super 8. Show all posts
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Green Lake Super 8, 1975-76
More Super 8 summer fun from beautiful Green Lake, Wisconsin.
Not sure why this one looks so much crappier than the previous installment. Gotta keep tweaking...
Not sure why this one looks so much crappier than the previous installment. Gotta keep tweaking...
Monday, July 13, 2009
Green Lake Super 8, 1983!
My brother has been digitizing some of our old family super 8s over the past few months. Here's the first of hopefully many.
I'm pretty sure that this reel was shot in 1982 (note - just confirmed as '83, I've made edits). Our cousins, the Bloeckers, would have a week's vacation overlapping with our two weeks up at my grandparent's place on wonderful Green Lake, WI. Having many kids around always made for the best weeks, the week when it was just our family and the cousins weren't there was pretty mellow. Kind of hard to play hide-and-go-seek, kick the can, ghost in the graveyard or rag tag when it's just you and your brother. Back-in-the-day tubing consisted of wrapping a ski rope and handle around an old truck inner tube and towing it behind a Lund fishing boat sporting 20 HP. No 300HP Ski Nautiques for us!
I'm the scrawny toe head kid second from the left. Behind me is cousin Jeff while my cousin Kimmy is in front of me. In front of her is my brother Dan while cousin Lindy is in the front, clearing water from her face.
The video looks a little crummy as had to compress the file down quite a bit (from 3.2GB to 6.5MB) to fit YouTube's file size limits. If anyone wants a disc with the uncompressed file, let me know.
The sailboat at the end was bought from a Sears in Indianapolis with help from my parents. I saved up a few hundred bucks from mowing lawns, delivering newspapers and shoveling snow (all things kids no longer do) to pay for half of this plastic-covered foam Snark that sported a whopping 60 square foot sail. Still I managed to teach myself to sail and have a great time doing it, even if the wind wasn't blowing this particular day.
the "Banana Split" coming in to port
I'm pretty sure that this reel was shot in 1982 (note - just confirmed as '83, I've made edits). Our cousins, the Bloeckers, would have a week's vacation overlapping with our two weeks up at my grandparent's place on wonderful Green Lake, WI. Having many kids around always made for the best weeks, the week when it was just our family and the cousins weren't there was pretty mellow. Kind of hard to play hide-and-go-seek, kick the can, ghost in the graveyard or rag tag when it's just you and your brother. Back-in-the-day tubing consisted of wrapping a ski rope and handle around an old truck inner tube and towing it behind a Lund fishing boat sporting 20 HP. No 300HP Ski Nautiques for us!
I'm the scrawny toe head kid second from the left. Behind me is cousin Jeff while my cousin Kimmy is in front of me. In front of her is my brother Dan while cousin Lindy is in the front, clearing water from her face.
The video looks a little crummy as had to compress the file down quite a bit (from 3.2GB to 6.5MB) to fit YouTube's file size limits. If anyone wants a disc with the uncompressed file, let me know.
The sailboat at the end was bought from a Sears in Indianapolis with help from my parents. I saved up a few hundred bucks from mowing lawns, delivering newspapers and shoveling snow (all things kids no longer do) to pay for half of this plastic-covered foam Snark that sported a whopping 60 square foot sail. Still I managed to teach myself to sail and have a great time doing it, even if the wind wasn't blowing this particular day.
the "Banana Split" coming in to port
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