AGFA - PD 16 CHAMPION

The PD 16 Champion is circa 1939 I believe. It's not listed in my 2006 McKeown's

It's a handsome camera in an ugly sort of way. It's heavy and well built. It's all metal.




The collapsing front made it easy to slip into a big pocket or large purse. Ready at a moments notice to click away or defend yourself against a mugger.




Modern cameras don't worry about what frame they are on. Just keep hitting that damn shutter button. I recently read about someone that did 10,000 "captures"  with his camera during a
two week trip to Italy. You do the math.

If you use film can you "do" captures ?



If you were using The Champion you had to keep track of two frame numbers !






The PD - 16 used 616 film.  Agfa/Ansco called their 616 "PD-16"

The tank system I use for 616 sucks. The plastic reel is a nightmare to load and the tank sloshes chemicals out of it when I agitate. It agitates me too.

PD-16 and 616 films were cast aside in 1984. George Orwell was right.





I don't know where this camera and its associated film came from. They've been languishing in my house for years.

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The movie theater wedged between Mary's and The A&P Supermarket is showing Cinderella and The Last of the Badmen.

Starting on June 2, The Spirit of St. Louis and Hold that Hypnotist will be featured.

This is probably 1957 and that's a youthful Ronald McDonald standing to the left of the lady on the right.


About Hold that Hypnotist:


Sach and Duke set out to expose a stage hypnotist as a phony.
In order to do so, Sach allows himself to be hypnotized and "regressed" to a past life--which he discovers was as a tax collector who gets a map of buried treasure from Blackbeard the Pirate.
The hypnotist gets Sach to reveal the location of the map and the treasure, planning to lock up the boys and get the treasure for himself.

Wow ! What a storyline.

There was an A&P in the town I attempted to grow up in. They would bag your groceries and put them in a box. The box went onto a gravity-powered roller conveyor, through a short tunnel to the outside.
You'd grab your stuff and put it into your car. I always wanted to ride on the conveyor but my mother wouldn't let me. I guess I'll never get to ride on that conveyor.









Number 217

I've looked at a lot of family photographs in my life and they all look about the same. They document youth and not youth. Young and old.
They capture our lives perfectly. They are wonderfully sad and happy at the same time.



217 was probably grandma and grandpa's house. No doubt a place to have fun in. A place where there were no worries for a kid. Time didn't matter.






Fourth of July








After I extract and process film from an old camera, the camera becomes somewhat sacred to me. It was a part of someones life.
It documented what was important to them. It contains pieces of those lost people.

I wish I could tell those people what I found. I know they'd love to see.





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