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Rochester, Indiana, 1972. This might fit in with the other Shorpy photos of newsies. Okay, maybe if not for the clean clothes. And the obviously stable home environment. And how my brother didn't have to work long hours. And I don't think he had trouble with the cops on his route, either. Or even rival news carriers who wanted to beat him severely. View full size.
My sisters with their super cool Oriental hats. Later, the yellow one flew out the window on the turnpike and its former owner could not understand why Dad couldn't turn around and pick it up. Kodachrome slide. View full size.
My sisters with Dad at the 1964 New York World's Fair. View full size.
Mom plays "pass the baby brother" and my sister yuks it up with Uncle Don in Gary, Indiana. Meanwhile, the mantel is sideways at the house on Bass Lake in this double exposure. From early 1960's Kodachrome. View full size.
Barbie was made out to be some sort of vixen on those carrying cases, huh? View full size.
Summer 1948. I just turned 2, and my sister arranged this scene on our lawn in Larkspur, California. Kodacolor negatives of this vintage had a tendency to deteriorate into an impenetrable murk, so all we have left are the prints. Those, unfortunately, all acquired an intense and irregular yellow cast, but I was able to correct most of that out.
We broke out the slides when my father was near death this past Winter. By the time of his funeral I had pared it down to a select hundred or so and entertained Mom, my siblings, and our kids a couple of times. Not that Dad missed out. He got one last show when I visited earlier in 2007 and brought them down from the upstairs closet along with the old Graflex Constellation projector. The smell of a warm projector! I love that smell.
Having kids of our own allows us to recognize the sweet and delicate and vulnerable embrace my brother's godfather is relishing in this shot and it ties us to the past more strongly than we could have expected when as kids we were squirming in front of the screen waiting for the next slide and hoping yourself was in the shot.
Dad used his trusty Kodak Retina in the smooth brown leather case. My older sisters always complained that he shot on slide film instead of prints that they could more readily enjoy or share with friends. Dad preferred the clarity of Kodachrome and I didn't know that about him until after I cultivated my own preference for quality, which in my time means preferring film to digital.