Monday, August 6, 2007

Photoessay #80 - Those old slides


During my recent trip to Rockford, I dug out the family collection of old slides along with the slide projector. During a period of time in the 1960s and 1970s, families took slides. Lots of people have these collections of boxes of slides in their basement.

We set up the slide projector up in the basement and went through MANY boxes. That basement look. Mismatched furniture, projector set up on a box, old afghan on the 'extra bed', using the concrete wall as a screen. My niece works the projector, my sister makes editorial comments. We pick up a box,

'How about 1963?"
"Sounds good"
"Who's that"
"I dunno, um, is that you?"
"I remember that dress. But who am I with and where were we?"
"Park? What park? Who IS that? Was that the little girl down the street?"
"I don't remember any girl down the street..."
"Look how skinny mom is?"
etc

or

"Mountains, what mountains?"
"Pitch"
"Pitch" comes the confirming cry
I throw the slide into the orange bucket now full of rejected slides

I am eager to use a slide scanner that my husband purchased some years ago but it's a challenge to convince him to set it up. It's key to the whole operation which is...

http://ginsburgh-pixs.blogspot.com

a similar blog with a wiki orientation to post these family pictures and collect comments from family members.

3 comments:

Oreo said...

Theater in the basement of the parent's house. What fun to re-live childhood. Comes with 40 year old perspectives.

Did I really look like that?

Do you remember what you said to me there?
I said something to you?
Yep, well . . . .

That's you Mom? You look like me!
No, kid-o You look like Me!

Who's that on the beach, playing with you?
Don't kmow. Didn't mater we were building sandcastles and kids just gathered to help.

True snap shots in time. No terror threats . . . .just the politics of dribbled sand in the sun

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