Brownie Reflex Synchro - c1941-1952 (Kodacolor-X)

Brownie Holiday - c1953-1957 (Verichrome)


When I take found films out of a processing tank and hold them up to the light, I'm grateful if I see an image. So when I did the roll from the Brownie Holiday, I was happy to see an image. Even if there was only one on the roll.

When I scanned the image, I was disappointed to find that the image was, in fact, me. My wife took the photo on a bitter cold day last December. It was frame number ten.

I lost and found my own found film, I guess.


Three generations sat before the Brownie Synchro Reflex that I have in my possession. I don't know any of them.


Of the zillions of people that lived on Earth, few of us are in the "history books." We do the only thing of importance. We become parents.

This act gives us insight that we didn't have before. We connect to the generations before us and we become part of the long slide into family history and oblivion.

Sadly, our own frailties keep us from having real contact with anyone before our grandparents.


We have our own personal family histories. We all have cousins that drove into the back of a parked truck. Brothers that died in "The War." Uncles that perished in car wrecks. Aunts ravaged by cancer. Fathers that wasted away. Mothers that forgot who they were.

Our memories of these people are short and intense. But they are only as such, for us.


I think we need old pictures, to remember who we are.

Sometimes we forget, as life carrys us far.

We forget that those people, were once young.

And happy songs, were the ones that they sung.

They serve to remind us, that we're all the same.

No matter what we do, it ends a tied game.

President, janitor or Uncle Joe

It's not who we are, it's what we know.