My dad took this picture of Grandma’s dining room in the late fifties. It’s best viewed via the old slide projector on the sparkly roller screen in it’s original Kodachrome glory.
I used to set up the old projector and screen and have a slide show in my bedroom when I was a kid. I’d look at all 250 slides, in living color, all taken by my dad. It was as good as Disney, for me.
I am there, in Grandma’s kitchen. I can smell the cookies.
No, wait. That’s the way the slide projector smells when it warms up. But I like that smell too.
Grandma’s yellow cart has been painted white and then rusted some, but I still use it in my laundry room. I donated the silver tea set when it didn’t sell at the estate sale. I donated the slide projector and sparkly roller screen. I kept most of the slides and had prints made of favorites, like this one.
I wish I’d kept the funny smelling old projector and sparkly screen. My granddaughters and I would love a slide show.
I wish I could sit at that table. I’d have to iron that tablecloth though. Just a touch up.