Showing posts from March, 2011


According to Kodak's history of page, the Brownie Hawkeye Flash Model camera was manufactured from 1950 to 1961 and sold for $7.00. The Brownie Hawkeye featured a molded Bakelite body, brilliant viewfinder, a rotary shutter and a Meniscus single element lens that was in focus from 5 feet to infinity and used 620mm film which I was surprised to find is still in production.  As are replacement spools, how-to articles, development houses both locally and online who specialize in black & white photography, and much more. I found a model just like my father's (shown here) on eBay for $45.00 including the box and pamphlets. I'm sure all of my baby pictures and those of my mother and brother were captured through the lens of this camera, but I'll save those stories for another time. Instead, I'd like to share an article from The Ladies' Home Journal, November 1892 and my thanks to Chuck Baker for posting (

Uphill in the Snow, Both Ways

It took me 20 years to appreciate pinto beans and cornbread. Mom was fond of reminding us of the starving children in Biafra and although I had no idea where that was, knew that it didn't make the weekly pot of beans and ham hocks taste any better. And it wasn't that I didn't like the taste of beans; I didn't like the thought of beans. One of the patrons at the library today brought in stories written by his grandmother, one of the original settlers in northern Minnesota. As Jack read, he'd throw in a personal experience here and there: growing up without electricity or indoor plumbing, and riding 30 miles to school every day, in a wagon... in the snow, both directions. And so it started. Pretty soon we were all bragging about who had the most snow on their bidirectional hill. Rita grew up in rural Wyoming (as if there were a part of Wyoming that was not rural) and shared stories about canning, baking bread and making the kid's clothes. I was still reading

Military Monday that I didn't finish until Tuesday

 LST 374 (1942 - 1945) When my father died, my brother and I found an old briefcase hidden under a table on the patio of his apartment. His wife Madeline didn't know it was there and suggested that we just throw it out. In the briefcase was his old address book, the Scrabble game he played with me and my brothers over 40 years ago, a couple of pictures of me and my brothers, my mother, and my children. And an envelope with 30 or so photographs of his ship and his shipmates.  LST 374 (1942 - 1945)  LST 374 (1942 - 1945)  Like many impassioned young men of the time, my father enlisted in the Navy in July of 1942 with a falsified birth certificate. He was 16 at the time and had just completed his junior year in high school. After recruit training at the NTS Newport, RI, he was transfered to the US Navy Training School and received a completion certificate as a radioman with a second-class petty officer rating. After a quick trip

Rainy Days

In her later years, my mother began our telephone conversations with a weather update. "Are you okay?" she'd start. "Yes mom, why?" I already knew the answer: she'd called to advise me of the tornado over Tulsa and to remind me to stock up on candles, fresh water and canned soup. When we were children, our home in Dallas had a fallout shelter in the back yard and at the first scent of metal in the skies, we'd scamper across the wet grass, bedclothes under arm to sit in the damp darkness and listen to the wind howl overhead. The skies today are gray with a low-hanging fog lying heavy on the lake. A pile of research notes, journals and several wads of first drafted letters to the Board for Correction of Naval Records crowds my keyboard. I'm not sure how to finish the drafts. And not ready to turn my back on them either. Sometimes my research takes me in directions I'd not expected. For all of the sunny day discoveries I've made, there have a

Facebook for Farmers

Thurman Dudgeon age 25 Capricorn. Single farmer from Kentucky, doesn't chew or drink, likes watermelons. Ever wonder how your parents met? Your great-grandparents? I've succumbed to a daily dosing of Facebook to catch up on friends, my kids, my grandkids, the status of our pending 40-year high school reunion and to get the skinny on who's-dating-whom. Technology has made it possible for that information to be available realtime on my moble phone, on my desktop computer, or as a picture-in-picture snapshot on my HDTV. Rather than a paper-based subscription to our local newspaper with my morning tea and banana, I subscribe to an online feed through iGoogle. This morning's eye catcher focused on social networking. "1 in 6 Marriages Met Online"  I found the headline interesting and unnerving at the same time and so I read on. recently conducted a survey of 11,000+ of their members who'd met and married within the past three years to determi

Bending the Map

In 2004, Cessna Aircraft Corporation announced the integration of the G1000 glass cockpit in their C172 single-engine airplanes. The good news was that this new avionics and navigation package provided pilots with a host of tools including: integrated weather, entroute charts, airport diagrams, Sirius satellite radio, and a moving map display. And, they allow the pilot to choose how they'd like their maps displayed: north up, or track up.The goal of this integrated solution was to provide the pilot with a greater awareness of their position. But good tools do not make a good pilot. The photo on the left was clipped from the blog site of a newly certificated private pilot in his G1000 equipped 172. You can see that he lives north of LA and that he's proud of his equipment. As a flight instructor, I see that his oil temperature is high and oil pressure low, which means that he probably forgot to check the oil, which in turn could make for a very short flight. Prior to GPS nav