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Vintage photos of:
Crowd on Bradford Beach, Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Picture taken by my father, Everett Harding, on Fourth of July weekend 1954. Scanned from a Kodachrome transparency. View full size.
Proof positive that my brother and I both fell victim to a similar strange mania at the age of 18. Here, in 1955, a senior in high school and fooling around with his newly-acquired Lordox 35mm camera, he snapped this Kodachrome self-portrait at his desk in our bedroom. Nine years later when I was 18, I shot my records, including the same Shostakovich album, spread out in our living room, as seen here. By that time, "I Like Jazz," a Columbia Records sampler, was no longer around. Posted with my brother's kind acquiescence. View full size.
This is me on a swing at a motel in either Maryland or Delaware sometime in the mid-1970s. It was likely taken by my father, whose shadow appears in the photo, too. I really like this photo -- the sun, the motel architecture (is that an oxymoron?), the photographer's shadow, and especially the red and white pool umbrella. Doesn't it all just scream 1970s? View full size.
A publicity photo of the Iron Horse, Lou Gehrig, with my grandfather Earl Harper, a broadcaster with WNEW New York in the 1930s. My grandfather died when I was way too young to know him, but I treasure this family memento and only wished I could have heard his many stories about those days in baseball history! View full size.
Method 1: Make use of your poise, balance and coordination.
Method 2: Lacking any of those, make use of your big sister.
A pair of Kodachromes shot by my brother on our lawn in 1955. View full size.
One early September morning in 1956, my father pilots our brand new Hudson Rambler from its docking bay preparatory to its maiden voyage. Yes, I said Hudson Rambler. The distinctive front end was patterned after that of the Pinin Farina-designed Nash-Healey sports car. View full size.