When the love began
Jayne Nottage
In a time when to see a photo you had to take a whole film of pictures, manually rewind the film, open the camera (and hope you rewound it properly or you lost the whole lot!), take it to the nearest camera shop and then after a week only then could you see the final result….a Polaroid camera was a dream come true! (well for a child in the 80's it definitely was). It was as instant as you were going to get!
My beautiful Nanna with my older sister and I holding our Keypers (one of my favourite childhood toys!)
My Grandad had a Polaroid camera. It was beautiful. When visiting my grandparents as a kiddie my adoring Grandad would happily let me and my siblings snap away, and snap away we did.
Even now in my thirties I can remember the pure joy as a child to hear it coming out the bottom, to hold the milky white image in my hands and to see it slowly develop before your eyes….magical!
Me wearing my Mum's wedding dress. My brother and I playing in the garden. My sister and I being read a story by my Nanna.
My Grandad’s Polaroid camera is where my passion for photography began. The Polaroids I have are so much more than just images of a time gone by but are crammed with so many wonderful memories spent with my Nanna and Grandad. Although cameras have changed drastically over the last 30 years my childhood excitement for capturing a memory that you can keep for forever has not.
Photo of my Grandad by me age 5(ish)