The Brownie Hawkeye Flash is a mundane, common camera. Kodak sold millions of them. Even mint specimens generate little interest in collectors. This littlw Hawkeye is particularly pitiful. It's badly scratched and its broken handle is painfully twisted.

I treat all cameras with respect and when this wretched thing reached its handle toward me, I picked it up, blew off the dust and saw the number "12" in its red window. Maybe there are memories inside.

I paid the ninety-nine cents and left.

Kodacolor-X film is no longer commercially processed so I processed it in black and white chemicals. This produces an awful looking orange negative that needs to be converted to black and white. Sometimes you get lucky.


Paul Mertin 1908 -1973 - Alwine 1921 -

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Mertin died in '73 as The War was windin' down.

They buried him near the railroad tracks.

So he could feel the rumblin' ground.

Shadow cast by a long gone friend, pictures never seen.

Flowers glowing in the sun.

Upon the grass, so green.

Paul was only sixty-five, when he passed away.

Alwine might have caused his death.

None of us can say.

I'll bet Mertin was a decent guy, hard working, straight and true.

Some one loved him, and held his hand.

Just like they do for you.

I think this must have been his house, antenna up real high.

So Paul could watch his baseball games.

He was that kind of guy.

A.C in the bedroom for when Alwine was hot

He put it on every night.

Mertin never forgot.

His next-door neighbors house I bet, they all miss him too.

He'd come over and have a beer.

Or just say.... "How are you ?"

Could this be Mertin's kids, in from of four-three, seven seven ?

Is he laughing at their hair

Looking down from heaven ?

Is this the last photograph, of long gone, Alwine ?

Standing at her front door..

As her daughter held her hand, in the fading sunshine.