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  • "In our village lived a photographer that had a tripod with four legs," my grandfather tells me. "If you had one of those today, you'd be world famous!"

    "One Easter the whole of the neighbourhood gather together to have a picture taken. The wives would want to display all the food they've made and It took half an hour to sit them. Then the photographer would go behind his big wooden camera, pulled the black cloth over his head and make chirping noises. "Look at the birdie inside the camera, look at the birdie." Only when the whole room went silent and everyone stared at the lens would the photographer make a "click" noise and the picture was taken."

    I make a remark about his memory that in those days the cameras didn't have shutters that made "click" sounds, just a cap on the lens and a silver plate in the back. He insists: "Yes, but If you had one of those today with four wooden legs, you'd be world famous."
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