“Savoy” conjures up 1940’s nightclubs to me. It sounds classy but in the case of the Savoy camera c.1961, it’s a misnomer. A better name would be “Joe.”
Lots of things sported outer space artwork on them in the early 60’s. Cameras were even named after spacey things. “Satellite.” “Sputnik.” “Rocket.” “Yuri Gagarin”
The story behind this Savoy and its associated rolls of exposed rolls of Kodacolor-X is as lost as the people in the photographs. I found the camera and film in my office the other day. An unlabeled box held the camera and five rolls of Kodacolor X.
I assume that the rolls are all from the Savoy.
Middle aged women with ample hips shouldn’t be tempted to ride pogo sticks.
Maybe she’s trying to aerate the soil. I’ll bet she scared the hell out of any moles that were living behind that split-level.
Pogo Sticks suck on grass
I don’t see the pogo stick lady. She was probably at the dentist having her front teeth repaired.
We continue following the family while on their Canadian vacation. So far it’s been the kind of vacation that I would have hated as a kid. It’s about to get worse.
I don’t see the appeal of precision horseback riding. If you do, that’s great. I think it’s excruciatingly boring.
It’s not the kind of thing you should force a kid to watch. Time crawls when you are kid doing something you really don’t want to do.
There’s a guy shooting 8mm film here. He’s filming someone changing a tire in the parking lot Nobody will want to watch home movies of horseback riding.”Play the movie backwards, Uncle Harry !”
