I’ve been days figuring out the scanner. I was so discouraged I was going to give it to a school so kids who know more than I do could get some use of it. But today, with the aid of a flashlight, I located and pressed the last two secret buttons that released the “protective cover” and revealed a second light source required to scan film. This stuff is not intuitive, no matter how often the manual says it is. There was no parts list with a number and arrow pointing to a protective cover. The manual says remove it, but doesn’t bother to say where it is or how it’s removed. But right on the front page someone wrote the device is so simple a novice can use it at once. Liar, liar, pants on fire. Enough blowing steam out of both ears.
When I took the slide boxes off the shelf I had no idea which had the VHS slide project, so I just started. The first four boxes went quickly as I realized they were the discarded flora and fauna pictures. My dad was a superb photographer; those slides could be in calendars or travel brochures. But, enough, already. I did look through every one of them in the event I’d missed something, and I did.
The parachute, the monster and the station wagon in which the parachute is a boot extender for the station wagon.
1961 in the Blue Ridge mountains. Backs of Mom and Jan; then counterclockwise, Mel, Dad, Walt and Joanne. Oh, I don't know which I loved more, the glasses or the blouse with the tuck pleated front.