In the video today, we're looking at the story of how one man changed the world forever via putting the ability to record a moment in time into the hands of every day people. And the rather interesting way he died.
My grandpa was the vice president of Kodak. Everyone worked for Kodak in Rochester ny. I was born in ‘90, and the digital camera boom hurt a lot of families. A lot of people were pink slipped. Hard times indeed, but real film is coming back!
Strong and Eastman were generous with their money, founding hospitals, and supporting universities, and museums. Kodak was the largest employer in Rochester for decades, second and third were Strong hospital and the University of Rochester, combined now into one institution. George Eastman is rolling over in his grave at the cost of attending the University today. He never intended the university to be the most expensive school in a few hundred miles, and would hate what it's turned into.
I still have my Mom’s Brownie camera from the 1950’s and my Dad’s Instamatic camera from the 1960’s. I had an Imstmatic too, but I don’t have a clue where it is. Daddy took slides with his and I’d bounce around between slides and prints. We had the slide projector with the carousel and Daddy would put mine in there too. My sister is working on organizing those slides and digitizing them. I’m working on three boxes of prints that go as far back as the early 1900’s. One of them is dated April 18, 1918. Don’t have a clue who the lady is, but I always say she can’t be related to us because she looks like she comes from money. But I love the picture. The date is easy for me to remember because my parents were married on the same date 44 years later.
Somewhat surprised you didn't mention the Kodak Hula Show in Honolulu. This was free for attendees and, at least apocryphally, paid for from the profit made from the film used to photograph it.
My parents took a lot of pictures over the years. They must have had 30 or 40 photo albums. After they died, very few of their kids and grand kids wanted any of them. My oldest brother cried when he took them all to the dump. Your last line is so true. One can take a lifetime of pictures and nobody will ever or want to see them. I know I have a couple of boxes of old pictures that I will never look at, nor will my ex want to see them. I take pictures only to put on Facebook to show to some friends. I have a thumb drive with pictures from the last twenty years of so. I rarely look at them. I don't take pictures of people though. I have pictures in my head that I like of people because I know nobody is going to look at them, unless they die and someone puts together a bunch of pictures of them. Then all of them go into the trash.
I have all of our family photos and my sister has the family slides. We are going to digitize them. My son can keep the photos if he wants. If he f doesn’t want them, he is to offer them to my nieces, and if they don’t want them, donate them to the library. I’m sure your local library would have loved to have gotten your unwanted family photos.
The ending killed me: it's true. Our world has never been more documented and yet the value of that documentation has never been lower. Not that there's no value in documentation, just that we observe an obvious truth: we don't really care that much about most of what happens once it's past.
Here and very curious to see if you might mention the Kodak Kodamatic that Polaroid sued over and made them stop selling them. 😊 I've actually still got a Kodamatic around in a box somewhere, the same one used to take pictures of some of the happiest times of my life. This will be a very interesting video whether you do, or not, though, so I'm already leaving the like and comment for the care and feeding of the Almighty Algorithm for you, in hopes it sees fit to share your work with many interested new faces. 😊 ❤❤ [Edited to fix Instamatic to Kodamatic - my mistake 🙄]
Spinal stenosis is very painful and debilitating my dad had it fortunately he had an operation that relieved the pressure. Something not available in 1932
The Kodak-Eastman film preservation society/repository and custodians of the Kodak-Eastman collection, are slowly remastering/AI enhancing, then digitising them for all to see online, both still and moving film they currently hold. They have a channel here at YT.
Nice video. Did some film in the 80's and 90's then early 2000 switched to digital (the horror) to now enjoy digital. In my local library they had an exhibition of wet plate and chemicals required (Daguerre et al) a few years ago. The good ol' days are fun to remember but weren't as great/practical as we want to remember.
I don't know about anybody else but I am VERY bad at taking photos, not as a skill but I mean literally remembering to take them. I'm lucky my family members are happy to send them to me or else 90% of my life would be undocumented. Can't take a picture of my sister's graduation but I took 30 of a groundhog I saw at the park
My husband and I went on our honeymoon in 1993 and forgot to take a camera. I don’t have any pictures of me when I was pregnant with our son. That one I do regret.
What's the point of living a full life if you can't be a child sometimes? If I just got done with 8 hours of bullshit I deserve to be a kid when I get out of work. Relax and enjoy a hobby. It's not gonna hurt to unwind, even if it's childish
You make an erroneous statement at the beginning that people don't go 24 hours without taking a photo. That may apply to teens and those with no life that live their fantasies out on social media. But those of us with a real life not so much. Actually I can't even remember the last time I took a photo.if you false statements introduce the segment then I find it hard to believe whatever else you may have to say
