When dad passed away, I went up to Boston to his house to help my Mom clean out the basement. There was a boxed-in area in the corner. I decided to explore it and went through three light baffles (like a maze) and ended up in a little darkroom with everything laid out...My old Vivitar Enlarger, three trays, and the dryer.
Boxes of paper, developing canisters, and ,oh yes, big brown bottles of 50 year old chemicals, all covered with cobwebs like in an old horror movie.
And...the smell was there too.
I just stood there and wept.
My brother inherited a large box of my dads cameras. The box was a bit over three foot square and there were all manner of cameras stored in there..from slrs... small rangefinders...to the big box view cameras and twin lens reflexes.
I took one slr.to USE,, but I don’t think my brother did anything with the rest of them.
That’s a sweet and eloquent post.