Dipped my toes in the archive once again. My mom took this photo of her brother and two buddies, heading off on a late-summer camping trip before the start of their senior year of high school in September, 1942. A year later, they'd all be in the Army, serving in Europe. All three survived the war, and returned home to start families and careers.
Eighty years on, in addition to the original negative, I have the Voigtlander 116 camera that my mom used from the late 1930s through mid 50s. Growing up, there was a neighborhood legend that, while my dad chased my sister and me around the yard with his Graflex Series D 4x5, my mom calmly took snapshots of us with the Voigtlander.