My grandfather had a Leica M3. I only saw it very rarely.
My father had a Leica IIIf. To him, it was almost a Sacred Object. He had Elmar 35, Summicron 50 and Hektor 135mm lenses for it, as well as the Visoflex and bellows for the Hektor. The bellows/Viso rig was used in his dental practice to document work that he did on jaw reconstruction, etc.
My first interaction with a Leica was learning how to use the macro rig so I could do the photography while he managed the patient. I was 9-10 years old at the time. I had learned how to process film myself at the same time by doing his in-office X-ray processing.
So when I got to high school, I dreamed of having a camera "like Dad's." My grandfather loaned me his Rolleiflex to learn with, my mom gave me her Argus C3; I used both a lot and looked forward to being able to buy my own camera. When the time came (1969, my sophomore year), however, it was a Nikon F Photomic FTn with 50/1.4 lens that my uncle helped me buy (meaning, I gave him all the money in my summer savings and he put up the rest ... 🙂.
Later that same year, I was down at Olden Camera in Manhattan for the umpteenth time, hovering over the used camera counter and salivating over the Leicas there. The salesman had gotten to know my face too well, he turns to me and says, "Hey kid, are you ever going to buy anything?"
"I want a Leica like that one," I said, pointing to one that looked like my father's, "but I can't afford that one." It was marked at $250 with a lens. I didn't even know what model the one my father had was at that time...
"Hmm. Lemme see," the salesman grunted and walked into the back room. About ten minutes later, he came out with two old Leicas each with a lens on it (turned out to be a IIf and IIc, Elmar 5.0cm, Elmar 3.5cm). "Okay, how much money you got?"
"I have a hundred and nine bucks," I pulled out my wallet and took all the money out, put it on the counter.
The salesguy squinted at me, plucked a ten dollar bill out of that and pushed it back to me. "You need that to buy a roll of film and get home. Take the cameras; no one wants this old junk anymore. Now stop hanging around the store and go bother someone else." I saw the grin on his gruff face as he said that.
They were beat-up old things, the IIc had some pinholes in the shutter (eventually put new curtains in), but they worked and I used them for the next fifteen years or so, when I wasn't using the Nikon F or any of the other of the train of cameras I bought and sold over the years. I loved the "old junk that no one wanted any more."
Both were ultimately lost in the line of duty ... but that's another story.
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