Super-8's are wonderful, aren't they? There's just a magical feeling one gets from threading a projector and rolling the film which one just doesn't get from plopping in a cassette and hitting "play". I have video transfers of my mother-in-law's home movies (about 5 hours) but I hope nothing happens to the originals. Here's a clip from one of them; Dawn Elizabeth was about 8 and dressed up for Easter. Wish I had a better way to convert to .gif, though--the file size is huge and the quality is pretty crummy.
