Click video printed coffee table book or an engaging digital flip-book. My Story My first recollection of the memories of my childhood are from the age of five. I was sitting in my grandmother’s lap. She showed me an album with pictures. The heavy album partly rested on my lap. On the rugged cover of the album was the image of a camera. A large camera on a wooden tripod. A person was standing behind it, bent down, with a black shroud on top of him. His right hand covered the lens at the end of a bellows. He held a lens cap to capture and smother the light entering the film. The large format album held black and white photographs in two sizes. The larger ones held together extended family members. The smaller photos, depending on the creativity of the photographer, was in
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