Director's Notes

We all know that our mothers possess voices that carry across streets, flash down telephone wires, and drift to us seemingly from nowhere.

This we know as well, that etched deep into the walls of our homes is a tape recording of all that occurred therein.

And such discoveries can be made if someone's hand pauses momentarily, reaches forward and hits... "PLAY"! Antique spindles revolve, old and brittle tape hisses with life, the machine creaks, and if one listens very carefully, wondrous things leap into view...

Tom Kobolak