While working with Lightroom 5 I stumbled across this scanned slide. This is my dad (who passed away in January at 85) with a Nikon F mounted on a telescope. This was some 40 years ago. I was around 10 years old at the time. I know why I have a liking for photography and Nikon bodies and lenses!
Do you have memories like this too, perhaps a similar picture?
Did you come across it as a developed image or was it film that you then had developed?
Somewhere in the mid '60s, my mom, using a Kodak Box Brownie with 116 B&W film, took a pic of my dad. A few more exposures were made but they may have been accidental; they looked like the camera had been pointed at the ground. Then the camera was put on a shelf. About 25 years later, dad died, and mom died the following year.
Being an only child, I got everything including the camera that was still on the shelf. Most stuff was sold or given/thrown away. The rest went into boxes. The camera sat in a box in my basement for the next 16 years or so 'til I moved, when the box went into a garage for 2 years. Then I moved again and the box went into the basement for the last five years or so. When I came across the camera back in December 2012, I noticed there was film in it.
So I went to filmrescue.com (after trying to get it developed locally - no one had tanks big enough for 116 film) and got two pix of my dad. One had been contaminated and had heavy spotting at the top and bottom; he looks like he was standing in tall weeds under a low hanging tree. The other was ok.
I have better pix of my dad, but these two are special because for almost fifty years, they waited faithfully in the camera - waiting to be developed.
>Your dad's automobile is a 1964 Oldsmobile F-85 (the >fore-runner of the Cutlass.) That should help you date the >photograph. > >Bill >Nikon since 1970
Greetings! That image of an Olds F-85 brings back memories of my Dad and the F-85 I drove to high school...I remember that car fondly...that is, until it "spontaneously combusted" in the school parking lot! (Actually, there was some kind of carburetor malfunction which caused smoke to billow from under the hood.) In any case, my father was not into photography except for the oral (dental x-ray) images he made for his dental research and for college lectures. He was a great man, husband, father, and an exemplary human being.
What a prize to have a picture like that. I too am fortunate to have many pictures from the past. My Mother was the photographer in the family. I believe that is where my love of photography began. She took many pictures when we kids were young. This is a picture of her on the right with the camera and my Father on the left. Circa 1960. This was taken during a weekend of camping and swimming at a lake we visited often back then. I was probably about seven or eight at the time. Great memories!
It is a scan of a print that she had made years ago. After she passed I scanned several hundred old family photos she had taken and acquired over the years so all her kids and grandkids could have copies of her pictures. Brent
Hurricane Gilberto took away thousands of prints, negatives, slides, enlargers and much more, that I had been accumulating for 30 years by then. So I only have this one that I took myself of my father, reflected in a window with his Nikon FTN photographing his first grandson, my son, back in 1971:
Goodness JRP, losing all of those images in a hurricane is a significant loss.
That photograph you do have is a treasure. I didn't quite understand your description of it: your son is wearing the hat? your father is in the background? you are holding the Nikon but not visible in the image?
Mon 22-Jul-13 07:21 AM | edited Mon 22-Jul-13 07:56 AM by jrp
Yes, it was very sad. But we were spared.
The photo: My son is wearing the white cap, held up by one of his ants (you can only see her hands as I told her to kneel down as soon as I saw the shot) My father is wearing the dark hat. He is in front of my son, photographing him, holding his camera, shooting with the same finger that is holding his cigar. They were both outside our home. I was inside. What I caught was my father's reflection on the not very clean glass of an open window -at an angle- and my son directly through it. You may guess where exactly was my father as my son is looking directly at him.
Below an attempt of a diagram. Please excuse the angles
One of my earliest memories is as a 2 year old calling out to my mother to carry me as a freak wave at the beach threatened to engulf me to see her instead sprint towards her prized possession - her new Kodak Retinette in its brown leather case.
I felt abandoned at the time but understand completely now.
Hi. Thanks for the explanation and the diagram. I needed it! I see the cigar now - didn't see it at first. At the moment of the shot, your father isn't looking in exactly the same direction as the camera he is holding. Your father has a bit of a smile, as if he is really enjoying the moment. It is an interesting image. Peter
Peter, Here are a couple of more vintage pictures that are treasures to me. The first is my paternal grandparents in 1910 or 1911 with there first child, my oldest aunt. The second is my Mother and Father in April 1945 the day they were married.
Though I can't find any photos of my Parent's using a camera, it's a memory I have from childhood that they always took photos wherever they traveled and that certainly had an influence on me.
Here's an image from 1946 of my Father as a young soldier in Bremen Germany. The Allied occupation was underway and he was an investigator with the US Army military police attached to what was left of Germany's railway system. I'm a Locomotive Engineer now...go figure.
Yes he was wearing heavy winter gloves presumably to protect his hands from the hot controls of that steam locomotive. This is what I love about photography, how it can capture a moment in time that can never really be duplicated and preserves that moment forever.
I have so many old photos I am overwhelmed. This post has inspired me to start scanning them. The first photo is of my parents when they were first married in 1947 on their way to school where they were teachers. Mum would get off the bike and walk the last block in case the students saw them.It was just after WWII and they couldn't afford a car yet. The second photo is of mum as a 21 year old having just joined the Red Cross during the war. The photo is in bad shape, but I rescued it from the throw out pile when we were cleaning out their home.
I was looking through old photos and found this one of my Dad. Probably taken around the early to mid 1940's. The camera is a miniature speed graphic 2 X 3. When I was the photography editor of my high school newspaper in the late 1950's, I used this camera. I recall that it had magazines that had individual film loaded. You pulled out a slide to then expose the film. Then you put the slide back in and took out the magazine to be developed in a dark room. It was a different world of photography. My dad, who just celebrated his 99th birthday, reminded me of this picture.
I was asked when I first got involved with photography. This is me with my sister, Roberta. I was probably around 9-10 years old and had a camera in my hand. The year would have been around 1950. Based on having that amount of experience, I should be a much better photographer.