Shopping for Nostalgia and Creating a Good Old Fashioned Childhood
|Slide of me and my mom in her blue Pontiac LeMans, circa 1973.|
Recently, I spied on a high shelf (I'm 5' 2" so that could be almost any shelf, really) a yellow box that contained a working Kodak Carousel projector. (You know, the one Don Draper named in an episode of Mad Men.) When my father passed away a few years ago, I inherited a box of old family photos, letters my siblings and I had written as kids, and also a bunch of slides. The slide boxes were labeled things like "Heather's 1st Birthday" and "Giveout Creek" a rustic ranch property my parents bought in the 1970s in north eastern Washington. When I first went through the box, I held up a few to the light and could kind of see what was going on, but with the projector, it's a whole new experience.
|One of my favorite thrift store finds: Kodak Carousel projector.|
And suddenly I realize that I'm now trying to recreate that experience for my own family, with our cabin we bought in the mountains last year. I spent a lot of time in the country as a kid, and I want my own kids to have the kind of memories and connection to the region that I feel. Tearing them away from technology, they seem to go through some sort of drug withdrawl, but once they finally break free, I know they're building the most wonderful memories.