These past weeks I've been bored stiff being indoors and the weather outside being horrible, so after having a conversation with my neighbour over the fence, I decided to do the same as he has, and have a clear out.
I started off in all the cupboards and high bedroom shelves, and I was amazed what I had been hoarding for years, probably telling myself that this or that would one day "come in handy".
I filled several of those large black plastic bags and put them in the shed to dispose of when the lockdown is finished, but one item I put on the mantlepiece and memories flooded back.
The item was a box containing my Dad's old Brownie box camera, still in pristine condition.
Today, the weather has been superb and again I was gabbing to my neighbour Frank. He takes lots of photographs so I brought out the Brownie to show him. Frank is about early 40s and he told me that he'd never seen a Brownie. I handed him the box and told him he could have it and the spare films, though by now they would likely be unusable, and even if they could still be used, who would develop them for him?
He asked me did I own a more modern camera and I told him that I didn't.
"What", he asked, "But you can take pictures with your phone, surely?"
I told him I didn't own one of these new fangled gizzmos and he said that I should buy one, so that we could chat to each other.
"Why", I asked, "I'm chatting to you now without a phone?"
"But, what if it was raining, you wouldn't want to stand out here getting soaked", he said?
"Well, if it was pissing down with rain I'd forgo the chat, but if it was urgent, I'd get my umbrella", I told him.
These youngsters amaze me.
Did you ever have a Brownie?
I started off in all the cupboards and high bedroom shelves, and I was amazed what I had been hoarding for years, probably telling myself that this or that would one day "come in handy".
I filled several of those large black plastic bags and put them in the shed to dispose of when the lockdown is finished, but one item I put on the mantlepiece and memories flooded back.
The item was a box containing my Dad's old Brownie box camera, still in pristine condition.
Today, the weather has been superb and again I was gabbing to my neighbour Frank. He takes lots of photographs so I brought out the Brownie to show him. Frank is about early 40s and he told me that he'd never seen a Brownie. I handed him the box and told him he could have it and the spare films, though by now they would likely be unusable, and even if they could still be used, who would develop them for him?
He asked me did I own a more modern camera and I told him that I didn't.
"What", he asked, "But you can take pictures with your phone, surely?"
I told him I didn't own one of these new fangled gizzmos and he said that I should buy one, so that we could chat to each other.
"Why", I asked, "I'm chatting to you now without a phone?"
"But, what if it was raining, you wouldn't want to stand out here getting soaked", he said?
"Well, if it was pissing down with rain I'd forgo the chat, but if it was urgent, I'd get my umbrella", I told him.
These youngsters amaze me.
Did you ever have a Brownie?