So my brother comes to visit for a couple of days. The ladyfolk are in the kitchen swappin' recipes and we're in the study talkin' guns 'n cameras.
I tell him, "I'm thinkin' about seeing if anyone wants your old camera for parts."
"Parts?" he says. "What's wrong with it?"
"Beats me. It's been broken as long as we've had it I think."
"What are you talkin' about? You just took pictures with it last summer at the farm."
"I've NEVER taken a single picture with it. It's never worked! You can shake it and hear parts bangin' and slappin' around inside."
"My Canon?"
"Canon? No. The little Kodak."
"What Kodak?" he says. "I've never had a Kodak in my life."
So I pulled out the Kodak Retinette 1A that's been in my drawer for two years. I'd gathered it up when we moved to Illinois thinking 'one of these days maybe...' Before that, to my recollection, it had been knocked and moved around at my mother’s house from drawer to closet to under the bed to drawer again for as long as I can remember. "This one," I said. "Isn't it yours?"
"Not mine," he laughs. "Mine is the Canon AE1 you've got stashed over there." (Uh, yeah, I knew that.) "I thought it was one of
your old cameras," he continues. “That thing has been in mom and dad's house since I was a kid. I always thought it was yours from high school."
We passed it back and forth a little, laughed at how the parts rattled around inside and finally came to the conclusion that if it's not mine and it's not his then it must have been Dad's (who passed away in 1981). Dad always had a camera around, and we tried to recall as many different ones as we could, but since his death, we never knew what happened to any of them... til now. We had one and didn't know it.
A couple of nights after bro heads back for Oklahoma and the farm, I broke out the screw drivers and popped the top off the little Retinette. Parts fell out on the table... several parts… tiny little parts. With close inspection by my middle-aged eyes, none of them seemed to be broken. The fact is, a screw had backed out of the film advance linkage and they'd just come loose, trapped inside. With a little trial and error, all the parts returned to their original positions and the Prontor shutter fired again.
Where's this camera been? In every nook and cranny of my mother's house
for 30+ years. A test roll has now been loaded and in a couple of days we'll see if banging around in a drawer or sitting in the top of my mother's closet all that time has hurt Dad's Kodak Retinette 1A.