I have some very strong and fond memories from my childhood.
One is of eating burnt porridge, prepared by Dad when Mum went on an all-girls trip with some aunts to Malaysia. I don’t think I was even five when that happened, but I doubt I will ever forget the taste of burnt porridge and until now I still wonder how Dad managed to burn a dish that is 75% water.
Another vivid memory is of Dad’s gadget collection, the gems among which were his cameras, Walkmans and a really vintage-looking orange-brown dry box. He used only Nikons and Sonys then and was a true-blue early technology adopter, unlike his daughter, who until last year’s acquisition of an iPhone had hitherto been happily subsisting on a steady diet of FOC phones. Before the iPhone, I’ve owned three mp3 players and they were all presents from the husband, then-boyfriend. And until now, I still don’t like spending money on gadgets; if not for my old iMac toppling over to the floor and cracking its screen beyond repair, I wouldn’t have gotten the MB Pro.
In any case, while reminiscing over a recent family dinner, the parents recalled that the dry box was still sitting around in the storeroom and could possibly still work for my Canon. We then went on to rootle around the storeroom for it and guess what, we actually did find the dry box! Not only that, Dad’s old Nikons and a Sony Walkman were in the dry box too. Free from any hint of dust and mould, I might add.
As I’ve kind of inherited Dad’s interest in taking pictures, this discovery was a really happy one. I pored over every inch of the old cameras, marvelling at the workmanship and impeccable finishings that modern models try hard to mimic. Only bummer is that the SLR model is missing its len. But I’m really stoked that I don’t need to purchase a dry cabinet anymore for my Canon; I will just store it in my old-new vintage dry box and purchase some new sachets of dessicants. Yayee!
