Originally posted by Swift1
Met up with a friend today. I brought my 1955 Rolleiflex 2.8C, he brought his 1959 Leica M3.
Memories ... my father had one of those Rolleis (might not have been a C), his pride and joy. Unfortunately after he died my mother virtually gave it to one of those door-to-door "antique dealers", my father would have turned in his grave. I still have a couple of his books about it, and some accessories he made himself for it (he was an instrument maker).
He took wedding phots as a side line, and fancied himself as a freelancer too. In some formal motorcade soon after the war, Churchill was riding in an open limo. My father stepped out from the crowd with his Rollei for a photo; but Churchill cowed down, thinking it was an attack, Archduke Ferdinand style. I don't know if my father got the shot : One day I ought to search through his thousands of negs for it.