|From Grandad's collection from the Boer War. |
Whether he took these or not I don't know
One of my early memories of Dad was me lying in bed at the age of 4 while in a corner of the room there was a Dark room set up, red light, enlarger, developing trays and bottles of chemicals, and the silhouette of a man concentrating and probably taking time out from the War.
|Dad's plate camera a Butcher & Sons|
When my sisters came on the scene (my mother was never pregnant babies just appeared overnight) the bed room started to fill, so Cyril made himself a dark room in the cupboard under the stairs.
Later when he taught me the magic tricks of the Dark Room I realized that his enlarger had been made out of old tin cans, cast iron pipes and other bits of scrap.
He set up a backdrop in the living room, made himself a pair of flood lights and took portraits of his family.
|Vest Pocket Brownie, |
the original is now in Lake Windermere
His first camera had been a Vest Pocket Brownie, which was about the same size of these cell phones that young girls carry everywhere, nowadays so quite compact.
He often told the story of how the camera ended up in Lake Windermere, they were out on a row boat, my Mum was taking pictures when Dad asked her to pass the camera, she tossed it, it spun through the air fell with a plop into the lake where it still is to this day.
Later he advanced to 35mm , and in the early sixties we worked together shooting weddings he did the accounting and bookings, we both did the shooting and I did the darkroom work and album assemblies. We did quite well till I emigrated to Canada, but that is another story.
|The magic of the darkroom|
As we do with this Blog
|Family Picture 1946|
|... to positve|