The Oppenheimer Report 3/16/09

3/14/09 - Last Thursday night, we celebrated a momentous event, enjoying our first official dinner in the new house. Granted, dinner was a pizza, but we did use our warming oven, and that means we have, by my definition, christened our new kitchen. We now have a working kitchen, with hot water, two sinks, a refrigerator and freezer, a stove, and a cook top. Though we have not yet moved in, we will by necessity move out of our rental bungalow in Burk’s Falls by the end of this month. Our landlord, who had promised to give us 60 days notice to vacate, has sold his cottage and will be moving into our home away from home in April. I wish him good luck, because the house into which he will be moving needs a lot of work. Not only does the basement flood every time there is any kind of thaw or appreciable rainfall, but the house has serious plumbing and electrical problems as well.

Even as we near the completion of the log home, there are problems to address. Glass cut to fit into the stair railings does not fit properly, nor do some of the glass pieces measured for the rear porch. We still need to chink the house, with material which was supposed to be supplied by our log supplier, Neville Log Homes. That company has filed for bankruptcy, and we never received the chinking material for which we had already paid. Nevertheless, most of the big problems are, I hope, behind us, and Shauna and I anxiously await the day when the house is cleaned up and ours to live in. This has been a long haul – we broke ground around May of 2007 – and there have been many challenges to face along the way. We were present for every stage of construction, and the entire process has been documented, in written journals, in photographs, and on audio and videotape recordings. For now, I prefer not to think about the tribulations of the past three years; it gives me a stomach ache. The house, for all of it’s flaws, is a remarkable and unique structure, and one which I am hopeful will provide us with years of pleasure. I’ll know we have officially moved in when our two cedar bears, “Shem” and “Naur” are guarding the main entrance to the house.

3/16/09 – I’m back in Buffalo now. Drove down yesterday afternoon and, after visiting with Mom and Dad for a while, and setting up a DVD player in Dad’s bedroom so he has access to movies, I rode my bike downtown for the annual St. Patrick’s Day parade on Delaware Ave. When I lived in Buffalo, I used to attend that parade every year, and it seemed as if every year the weather was atrocious. This year was different, and because it was a beautiful day, there was a huge turnout. I, the consummate people watcher, came armed with my digital camera to record all the Irish wannabes. On St. Patrick’s Day it seems as if people of all nationalities transform into mutant Leprechauns. Like Halloween, St. Patrick’s Day inspires us to channel with our inner fool. I might have been the only person at the parade wearing not so much as a speck of green. The funny thing is, when I lived in Ireland for six months back in the late Seventies, the Dubliners didn’t make a big deal out of St. Patrick’s Day. I don't even think there was a parade. Indeed St. Patrick’s Day is an American phenomenon. After the parade was over, I rode home and downloaded the 150+ photos I took onto my computer. Later on, I gave Dad a slide show of the day’s activities. Though he is largely confined to a bed these days, I am determined to give him at least a glimpse of the outside world. After all, he still has an active mind.

Next week will be a crazy push to move out of the Burk’s Falls bungalow, so I may not be able to get the report out. I will return when the dust clears. Erin Go Bragh(less)!

Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c2009 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

The Oppenheimer Report 3/11/09

As I write this report, I am anxiously awaiting the repercussions of the latest thaw up here in Burk’s Falls. Presently, the wind is gusting to 70 Km/hr., the trees are swaying furiously, and I just came back from our new, ALMOST finished, house to make sure the protective tarps have held. When there is an extreme thaw, such as the one we are now experiencing, the basement in our temporary rental bungalow floods. If we lose power, which usually happens when we get winds like this, then the flooding becomes a bigger problem. I will not bore you with the latest tribulations involving the severely delayed completion of this house, but let it suffice to say we are at our wits end. The only thing keeping Shauna and I from lunging at each other like a couple of territorial wolves, apart from the fact that we have to consider Jasper’s mental health, is the mutual understanding that many of these problems are simply out of our control. We are hopeful that all of this will soon get better.

The weather has once again been very strange. In the past week, we have had a myriad of extremes, ranging from extremely mild to bitter cold. With all the freezing and thawing, roads up here are often reduced to glare ice, and the conditions change hourly. Last night it rained, but today the mercury has once again plunged, and the snow has begun to blow in a driving, horizontal pattern. Certainly March came in with a roar, and I’m guessing those groundhogs are once again lying vermin. Every year, it’s the same story … I listen to that drug-addled albino groundhog, “Wiarton Willie” (our debauched, Canadian version of “Punxatawny Phil”) and every year, the little bastard is off by about three weeks. Frankly, if I lived in Wiarton, I too would probably drink heavily and try to be optimistic about winter's end. I could likely get a better read from my brilliant nephew the meteorologist, but what fun would that be?

I have never owned a DVD player before, although my computer is equipped with one. I kept thinking that, when the technology was a little more affordable, I’d buy a recordable DVD player. Now that DVDs are soon to be and obsolete technology, I found a recordable player for $59.00 at the fell-off-the-back-of-the-truck-our-prices-are-insane-keep-your-receipt-because-this-puppy-is-re-conditioned-so-we-will-replace-it-for-ten-days-if-as-we-know-it-will-it-craps-out local discount electronics store. Of course, the first one did break, but the second one seems to be a keeper. Now I can convert all my priceless videos to DVD. There is, of course, Nixon’s funeral, complete with Bob Dole crying (one of Shauna’s greatest hits) and the very first episode of “Big Brother”, destined to be a collector's item. Now, if and when the rest of my life settles down (hardy har har) , I will have plenty of material to convert, just in time for DVD players to become obsolete.

Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c2009 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

The Oppenheimer Report 3/2/09

Today was another banner day for the world financial markets, as reports about AIG and CitiGroup are the latest bad news to batter the markets. The Dow closed below 7000 today, but I saw a clip on the news tonight about one industry that is making a comeback during these troubled times. Craving a few hours of escape, people are flocking to the movies, and film attendance is up a whopping 17 percent. Thank goodness that Brad and Angelina will remain unfazed by the latest economic meltdown. Speaking of movies…

I was down in Buffalo last week, and while I was there, I set up a VCR in Dad’s bedroom so he could watch some videos. He watched all 3 ½ hours of “Gettysburg”, one of his favorites, because he is a Civil War buff. He generally likes movies which deal with historical events, and over the years, he has amassed a rather formidable video library. We also watched some old Oppenheimer home movies. Years ago, I’d had many of our old home movies transferred to video cassette, because they’re easier to watch on video tape. Also, I was able to put almost all of our movies on one two hour videotape, so that I didn’t need to change ten 20 minute reels of 8MM film on a movie projector. Our movie projector is about the same vintage as our home movies – circa 1955 – and it’s about as loud as a vacuum cleaner. Another reason for the video conversion is that I knew those old celluloid films would eventually deteriorate, and I didn’t want all of those old family memories to be lost. There was video of me shortly after my birth, of my now deceased sister Joanne, and of horseback riding vacations in Palm Springs, back when Palm Springs was a sleepy hideaway for Hollywood movie stars. There were movies of a family visit to Ausable Chasm in the Adirondacks, where I’m told I climbed over a guard rail and almost fell off a steep cliff. There were panoramic views from atop Whiteface Mountain, and film of our visit to Santa’s Wonderland. What little Jewish boy should be deprived of this treat? I believe my sister was bitten on the butt by a goat at Santa’s Wonderland. Ho, Ho, Ho! There were movies of my Mom and Dad riding horseback at a farm near our summer home in Canada. They looked so healthy and energetic back then. Looking at those videos, I was transfixed, watching my distant past unfold in living color.

I’ve done some videotaping over the years, but I’ve never been very good at it. Camera technology has certainly improved over the years, and the smaller cameras, with their side-mount video screens, have certainly made their operation a lot easier. Those first video cameras were so big and cumbersome I found them difficult to use. Regardless, Shauna is a much steadier, more patient, and generally more effective camera person than I am. On top of this, I always felt uncomfortable filming subjects who almost unanimously did not wish to be videotaped. But here’s the thing. While most people don’t want to be filmed, and video recording is a somewhat invasive process, most of us enjoy watching those videos as time passes. “Oh my, there’s Aunt Josephine, boy did I get a kick out of her.” … “See how young Tommy looks in that video.” I remember back about fifteen years ago, when some of my father’s family gathered for some family affair, people were not very co-operative about being filmed, and in fact we didn’t take much video, because it was obviously making some people uncomfortable. Nevertheless, fifteen years later, I copied a bit of that video and gave it to a cousin, who thanked me and told me that there was very little record of such a large gathering of his family. In many of the above-mentioned old home movies my Dad made, there was inevitably a shy subject, grinning with embarrassment, waving away the obnoxious camera man. I’m glad he kept the camera rolling. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a video speaks volumes.
Written by Jamie Oppenheimer c 2009 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.