Friday, May 28, 2010
The day I received my stereoscope in the mail, the painter was finishing the exterior work on my house.
"Oh! I've been waiting for this!" I exclaimed. I was taking a break from seclusion in my home office to see how the painting was coming along and found the package propped against the garage. "I think you'll appreciate it," I told Bruce. (I have learned that my painter is a man with many interests from his chattiness and friendly demeanor.)
I ripped the tape off my E-Bay purchase, gave the item a once over. I was happy that the condition was as it was described. My daughter and I had been seeking the perfect (cheap) stereoscope after she admired a pricey one in the local antique shop. I took the little "free" stereocard and slipped it into the metal brackets that held it on the scope. I took a peek through the device and saw the image of a Civil War soldier. "Take a look at this."
Bruce carefully took the scope from me and peeked through as I had done. His face lit up. "I had something like this when I was little!" He said. "I would sit for long periods clicking through little pictures."
"You had a Viewmaster," I nodded smiling.
He smiled back, seemingly grateful for that quick remembrance of his boyhood. I love reminding people of their memories...
Tomorrow I am heading to the antique shop to get more cards for my 19th century "Viewmaster." Oh! And I'm going to call Dad to ask him about that little key chain I now remember he showed me when I was young. It had a 3D photo of him inside. I sat in his home office looking through the small plastic lens and asked questions to learn about my father's memories of his own childhood...
I guess I've always been a memory keeper and an archivist at heart.
See Wikipedia for an interesting history of the viewmaster.
For authoritative information on stereoscopic photography (or any photography for that matter) see the George Eastman House website