When I was very young, before first grade, My grandparents would take care of me. On days when I couldn't go in the yard to play, my gran would show me albums of photos she took of family and friends and scenes of when she was a young woman. I believe it was a hobby of hers in the 1910s and 1920s. There was photos of a train wreck in her town (Franklin MA I believe), and later beach photos from most likely Cape Cod or Hampton Beach NH. I loved seeing them!
My uncle was quite a good photographer and my grandmother used to take me to Washington DC on the train-pre Amtrak- and we would spend a week or two in summer in Alexandria Park Fairfax with his family. We would watch a years worth of Kodachrome slides on a glass bead screen in the living room. He would smoke and I loved watching the smoke swirl around in the projector screen beam of light.
I remember one trip, I was given a camera..not a Kodak..a imitation version that took 126 cartridge film. I remember it came from Woolworths at the Dedham Plaza.The camera came with one roll of black and white film. I probably talked my gran into buying me another roll on the trip. I got the prints. I got hooked. Still am hooked. Addicted at age 8.
To be honest, the interest was hot and cold growing up...still is a bit...but I always come back to it.
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