Christine Flowers: A nod to technology at this Father’s Day
Christine Flowers: A nod to technology at this Father’s Day
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Publish Date: 2026-06-22 05:55:00
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I found this interesting new app that “animates” old photos.
If you plug a picture of grandma into the system, it spits out a version of her in the kitchen with a big wooden spoon stirring that pot of gravy while rocking that house dress instead of just staring at the camera in annoyance.
I spent the better part of an afternoon finding old Kodachromes of my family and watching as the magic of AI breathed life into them, for just a few seconds.
Members of the generations that came after me, Gen X, Millennials, and Gen Z might not think this is a big deal. They grew up having every moment of their lives captured on video, and it’s the rare 40-year-old who doesn’t at least have one cassette or DVD of twirling around at a dance recital or walking proudly across a stage to accept her diploma.
Having grown up in the late 1960s and the ’70s, I have none. My father did do a great job documenting his five kids with a Pentax, a Minolta, a Canon and his trusty Kodak.
But no film, unless you count the fuzzy 8 millimeter he took of me walking down Old York Road in Logan.
Which brings me to my father, on Father’s Day.
I have not celebrated this holiday for 44 years, since Daddy passed away in 1982 exactly four weeks before I would have bought him his favorite British Sterling and some candy from Shane’s.
He was 43, 21 years younger than I am now. In the early years after his death, I blocked the holiday out of my mind, because it was too painful.
I remember one Father’s Day in 1984 when I made the mistake of watching “A Tree Grows In Brooklyn.”
Twelve year old Francie reminded me of me, the bossy older sister of a beloved but annoying baby brother, and a daughter who adored her Irish pa.
Set at the turn of the last century, it’s a deeply moving film. But at one point, after you come to realize just how much Francie loves her father, he dies unexpectedly. I wept then. I…