12.30.07
Posted in Daily Journal, Heirlooms at 8:40 pm by Administrator
Another family treasure I found while cleaning out the attic at the family home was a Brownie Hawkeye camera.
The Brownie Hawkeye with Flash Attachment
SOURCE: The Brownie Hawkeye with Flash Attachment. Photographed by Stephen J. Danko on 30 Dec 2007.
The Brownie Hawkeye was introduced by the Kodak Company in September 1950 and was discontinued in July 1961. My family used this camera from about 1953-1965 and I still have most of the square negatives taken with this camera.
The camera has a molded Bakelite body and uses 620 film in rolls of 12 exposures. The scene to be photographed is centered in its “Brilliant Viewfinder”. The original price of the camera was about $7.00. Current prices for this camera on e-bay are about $5.00 to $15.00.
A copy of the original owner’s manual is available as a PDF file.
Rolls of 620 film are still available, although the price of a 12-exposure roll of 620 film is currently about $15-20. This camera is still in excellent condition and could certainly be used after the optics are cleaned. I might buy and shoot a roll of film in this camera for sentimental reasons but, for now, I’ll just keep the camera as a family heirloom.
Copyright © 2007 by Stephen J. Danko
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07.03.07
Posted in Daily Journal, Heirlooms, Danko at 12:01 am by Administrator
I’m heading back to Albany, New York to spend the Fourth of July with my father and my sisters. It should be an interesting trip.
My younger sister, who owns the house on South Allen Street in which we grew up, has rented out the house for a number of years now. She and her husband have taken care of the place: shoveling the walk in the winter, mowing the lawn and trimming the shrubs in the summer, raking the leaves in the autumn. My sister has decided that it’s time to sell the house, and I agreed with her, although not without some reservations.
I certainly have a lot of memories about that house. I’ve now lived in my present place in San Francisco longer than I lived in the house in Albany, but I think I could write volumes about my memories of our family home in Albany.
When I was born, my family lived on Park Avenue in Albany, a two-family structure owned by my paternal uncle, John Danko. Uncle John’s great grandson now owns that building.
My family bought the house on South Allen Street in 1961. It, too, was a two-family building. In 1961, my parents actually only bought the lower flat, and a few years later my cousin Al bought the upstairs flat. Al didn’t live there; he bought it as an investment and rented it out.
Later, and I don’t remember exactly when, my parents bought the upstairs flat from Al and rented it out themselves. I remember several different families who lived upstairs from us, three of which included children who were the same ages as my sisters and I. Regardless of who owned the upper flat, my father always maintained the yard and shoveled the walk in the winter.
The house included a full basement and a full attic. My sisters and I used to play in the basement. It was cool in the summer (we didn’t have air conditioning) and warm in the winter (the oil furnace was located in the basement).
My father built two model railroad setups in the basement, an O gauge system complete with a tunnel and landscaping, and an HO gauge system. I can still smell odor of the transformers. When we weren’t playing with the trains, we lowered a cover made of plastic sheeting that my father had rigged to the basement ceiling with pulleys.
On two occasions, my sisters and I put on shows in the basement for the neighborhood kids. In one show, we lip-synched to my cousin Al’s 45s from the 1950s. The hit of the show was “Purple People Eater”.
We also spent time playing in the attic, although the attic was mainly used for storage. In the summer, the attic was stiflingly hot and, in the winter, it was bitterly cold. During my senior year in high school, I set up a room in the attic where I could study without being disturbed.
After my sister moved out of the house, she left quite a lot of the family memorabilia in the basement and attic. Now that she is planning to sell the house, we’ll have to clear everything out. I think we’ll have to rent storage space somewhere; there’s just so much stuff. I know that two sets of my maternal grandmother’s china are stored there, all of our grade school and high school report cards and projects are there, and lots of books, toys, games, furniture, magazines, and LPs, are there, too. I don’t know what else I might find. I could find some real treasures.
While in Albany, I be spending a lot of my time helping to clear out the attic and basement. Going through all those boxes is sure to be a bittersweet experience.
Copyright © 2007 by Stephen J. Danko
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05.07.06
Posted in Daily Journal, Heirlooms, Letters at 2:22 pm by Administrator
Genealogists love family heirlooms. Whether it’s the trunk that grandmother brought over from the old country, a quilt that’s been handed down for generations, or an old photo album, most genealogists dream of documenting and preserving these mementos of our family history. While we may not have the space to store everything that our ancestors accumulated throughout their lifetimes, there certainly are some items that we would like to preserve, document, and pass on to further generations. Sometimes family bibles, photos, and heirlooms end up in antique stores and flea markets, where they may be salvaged by people like Megan Smolenyak Smolenyak (yes, that’s two Smolenyaks there!) who try to reunite these orphan heirlooms with their families.
Last night I spoke with a friend of mine whom I hadn’t seen in a while and we spent some time catching up on each other’s lives. He told me that a friend of his, an elderly woman, had died and he was helping her daughter clean out the house. One of the first places they started to clean out was the woman’s desk, and when they opened the first drawer, they found a treasure trove of love letters between the woman and her future husband. They read some of the letters, smiled and reminisced about the pair. Then they opened the second drawer and found the drawer full of letters the woman had received from servicemen stationed overseas during World War II. Apparently the woman was an avid letter writer and took it upon herself to make the boys overseas a little less lonely by writing to as many as she could. Again, my friend and the woman’s daughter read a few of the letters.
Then came the decision - what to do with all these letters describing the love between two people and all these letters documenting the daily lives and personal feelings of servicemen in World War II? The woman’s daughter didn’t want them, and there were no other descendants. So they shredded the letters.
I was aghast! These letters were important documents that should be preserved! Even if the daughter felt that the love letters were too personal to be shared with others, the letters from World War II servicemen have significant historical value and could have been donated to a historical society or library!
This morning, I dug out one of the shoe boxes of old letters I have and started looking through them. I was actually a little surprised at how “old” the letters smelled, but the odor was, nevertheless, somehow comforting. I thought I’d transcribe a few here. These aren’t necessarily the most interesting or most genealogically valuable letters in the box; they’re just the first ones I pulled out.
The first is a letter from Bishop Edward J. Maginn, the auxiliary bishop of Albany, New York who wrote to me from the Vatican II Conference. The letter is written on thin paper with a Cavalieri Hilton Roma letterhead.
October 13, 1965
Dear Stephen,
I was very happy to receive your kind letter and I thank you for writing. It gets pretty lonesome here, so far from home.
We are working very hard, especially on our homework, which, as you know, is harder than class-work.
Keep praying for us and asking the Holy Spirit to help us.
With a blessing.
Sincerely,
+ Bishop Maginn
The second letter is from a friend of mine I’ve known almost since birth. She wrote the letter shortly after starting her sophomore year at Dartmouth College. The letter is written on both sides of stationary with pictures of colorful butterflies on the lower half.
10/7/74
Dear Steve,
Sounds like your courses are unusually stimulating (Z Z Z z z z …)
Well, I’m taking History of the American West, which is not difficult but a lot of reading; Comp Lit-Modern Novel I, which is Kafka, Mann, Zorba the Greek, etc., & Ulysses by Joyce - forget it! I have 500 pages to read in it this week - 500 more I don’t understand. Then, Music Theory; and Music II - private voice lessons, for the year, for credit & free (the most important). Out of 20 kids who auditioned, 5 were taken; whether because of lack of ability or because of already silver-throated voices to be developed I really don’t know, but I prefer to fool myself into believing the latter.
I just (1/2 hr. ago) got a call from the Hanover Town Board of Recreation asking me to teach a dance class(es) at the H.S. for wages which I may select! When you’re infamous you don’t have to look for anybody - they all come to you!
I’m singing in a trio, Andrews Sisters style, and we have our 1st appearance in a concert next Wed. with another group. We still haven’t decided on a name, & after coming up with such winners as “The Hotcha Sisters”, the “Boogie Woogies”, and “The Sleaze Sisters”, the closest we could come to a possibility worth considering for more than 2 seconds, was “Daddy’s Daughters.” No? Guess it doesn’t quite make it either. Hopefully, we’ll be performing at the big Glee Club concert in Nov., opening the 2nd half of the show, all depending on how we do on Wed.
Socially, things aren’t overly stimulating, if you know what I mean, but I’m very satisfied & secure right now, in knowing that I have a lot of good friends up here - it’s taken me a long time to realize, but it was worth the wait.
Well, hope things are better than O.K. Write soon. Love, Karen
The third letter is from my mother, written five years before she died. She wrote this letter to me when I was attending the State University of New York College of Environmental Science and Forestry, just after I had moved out of the dorm and into an apartment in a marginal neighborhood in Syracuse, New York. The envelope was postmarked January 24, 1975, even though the letter itself is dated the next day, and the letter was posted with a 10-cent Christmas stamp.
1-25-75
Dear Steve,
You made my day when you called. I was so happy. Glad to hear everything is fine.
It’s been raining here all day, and it is quite damp. Dad was home Tues, Wed, Thurs, & Fri, and he went to work to-day (3-11). Not a very good day to go to work after being sick. He feels better.
Did you get a copy of your report card? Forgot to ask you on the phone. Glad the T.V. works O’K. As you say, it’s better than nothing.-
I bet you are kept pretty busy. How are you making out getting to school in the morning? How are you making out with living expenses? Let us know if you need anything.
Love,
Mom
I wonder what will become of all these letters when I’m gone. I have boxes and boxes of them, but will they be of interest to anyone else? Or will they end up in the shredder?
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