Dad’s home videos

By Felicia Zuniga

Coloured fountains sparkled

at the Stampede that year to

commemorate some event or

another. You peered up from behind

the trickle of pink green water

to tip your cowboy hat before

retreating into the blur of broken

rainbow sunshine.

In the swimming scenes you

tugged your bottoms so up high that

your belly button was lost inside.

Skinny arms gripped your body when

you ran from the edge to the

board and pretended you knew how

to dive. I see how the story of you

falling and smacking your hard

head upon the deck came about.

Ripples of cousins, neighbors

and friends, singing through birthdays

at your cramped duplex and laughing as your

brother pinched your ears or that

one little girl with flipped-out pigtails

blinked her lashes for the camera.

The film is fuzzy in some spots around the

edges and shaky too. Lots of sleek old cars, 

well-groomed houses and scenery shots when Tata 

must have gotten bored of filming all of you 

standing around, hands in

high pants pockets.

The dancing scenes at the annual Italian picnic

are my favorite though. The camera weaving in and out of

mismatched couples with beehive hairdos,

tight white pants, thick glasses and bowling shoes.

It’s how people met back then

sharing runny watermelon and

offbeat moves with future spouses.

Everything seemed simpler then,
viewed from vintage lenses.

Felicia Zuniga is a writer and communications specialist who lives in Calgary, Alberta with her husband and two young sons. She has been writing poetry for over a decade and has been published in a variety of journals including Contemporary Verse 2 – The Canadian Journal of Poetry and Critical Writing, The Antigonish Review, Montreal Writes, Existere – Journal of Arts & Literature and FreeFall Magazine. She has a Master of Journalism degree from Carleton University and a Bachelor of Arts degree in English Honours with a Creative Writing Concentration from the University of Calgary. Learn more at

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