My parents had a Brownie when I was a kid, I remember how you sighted by looking down into the viewfinder in the top. I remember the blue flashbulbs, how they smelled after they went off.
Hard to imagine taking a decent picture that way, I can't even bear not to see the preview on my LCD screen to make sure I got the shot I wanted.
What's more, as retrograde as the Super Eight seems, I recall being envious of people who owned such things when I was growing up. I doubt it was beyond my parents' means to have dabbled in home movies, but it was definitely beyond their sense of priorities.
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