We had the home movie projector, and my grandparents had the slide projector, which they would take out every Thanksgiving night. While most of the slides were from the fifties and early sixties before I was born, I'd love watching them.

My favorite slide was a picture of my grandfather standing near the counter of a department store wearing a coat and hat, looking towards the camera with an unpleasant expression. The family couldn't remember where or why the picture was taken until my grandmother recalled that he was unable to work the camera and had brought it back to the store saying it wouldn't work. The clerk then simply snapped the picture of my disgruntled grandfather...after he took the lens cap off.