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Written August 16, 2003 by Matt [Aug. 17th, 2006|12:13 am]
Saving People, Places & Memories of the Past

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I spent yesterday and today at my friend John’s house. It was a great time. He had a whole bunch of people over and we relaxed, went out to eat, then had a couple of drinks back at his house. It was a good way to keep my mind off things. I feel like the more I lounge around, the more horrible I feel. Keeping busy helps me to focus on other things. Plus, it feels good to be around my friends again. When I was with “the bitch” it was something that scarcely happened. That was one of the reasons why we probably fought a lot. I guess she just didn’t give me enough room to be a guy.

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Written August 14, 2003 by Matt [Aug. 14th, 2006|06:12 pm]
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For some reason the power has been down all afternoon throughout the east coast. Rumor has it there was some terrorist attack or something. Who knows? With the world we live in now, it wouldn’t be a big surprise.

I never realized how much we rely on electricity. It practically runs everything I use. It’s actually sad. I think it is a good thing that we’ve had no power for awhile. It will show people how lucky we are. I guess what I am trying to say is that when you have something for such a long time, you begin to forget its importance. We begin to take things for granted. Kind of like “the bitch”. She never really understood how much I loved her till now. I’m guessing not having me around to pamper her and show her my affection has helped her to see just how much I loved her.

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Written August 13, 2003 by Matt [Aug. 13th, 2006|11:18 pm]
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I’ve gotta figure this out…

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SE Colorado auction [Aug. 1st, 2006|12:06 am]
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We live in the small town of Lamar, Colorado. For nearly twenty years we've been going to auctions--farm auctions, estate auctions, moving auctions, livestock auctions...if you can wave a cardboard number and bid on something, we'll consider going!

I got the idea to take my camera to one recently, partly to show my online friends and relatives a little about one of my favorite pastimes, partly because the guy mentioned here, Jim Civis, had to have a triple bypass about a month before the auction I shot. I haven't shown him the page yet...I hope he likes it!


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(no subject) [Jul. 27th, 2006|01:55 pm]
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Ok, I'm Benjamin.
I live in Austin, Texas. (The actual capital of Texas)
I moved here in mid-February and haven't really gotten to see that much of the city yet. I moved to Austin from Denver, Colorado. (The actual capital of Colorado) I don't know why i think thats so funny right now, cheers Tim. Anyways, I know more about Denver currently than I do Austin, but figure I'll attempt to change that soon. I moved to Austin because I'd gotten too use to the routine that was my life in Denver. I knew a bunch of people in Austin, so off I went. It's kind of been strange going from living downtown, in a building built in the early 20th centuary while in Denver to living the modern-construct apartment life here in Austin. That coupled with a bit too much sprawl and I guess I'm just really looking for something unique here. I really like old buildings, checking out the areas that most people miss, riding bikes or walking across town and going to new places.
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(no subject) [Jul. 20th, 2006|11:36 pm]
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Im Tim.
I live in Albany, New York. (The actual capital of New York)
Ive lived here for 10 years, altho my mom is from Albany, and my grandmother lives down the street. shes lived there almost her entire life, her parents also built the house (1925).
I live in the fourth oldest continually-inhabited city, and the second oldest chartered city in the United States, and I see everything getting torn down and new modern stuff getting out up. Most people here dont notice and dont care. I love the downtown area. There is an amazing mixture of old and new. There is so much random stuff from the past, and so much new stuff.
I plan to just find things. Things that are generally passed by most people on the street. Little bits of history everywhere that is just walked by and not given a thought.

A talk with my grandpa, who has lived in Albany his entire life, I learned a lot of things about my neighbourhood that I never knew before. Like that he used to be able to walk almost 3/4 of a mile just up the street from me towards the downtown area and not hit a single road. And that there was a pond near by, and that there was also an ice house there. He said a bunch of other really cool stuff too, I cant remember most of the details, so I should bring a notepad to take notes the next time im down there. (12 houses down the street)

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(no subject) [Jul. 20th, 2006|09:18 pm]
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Welcome, welcome!

Thought I'd get the ball rolling by getting some introductions going.

I'm Kris.
I live in Las Cruces, New Mexico, USA.
I've lived here my entire life, my family has been here for several generations.
I take my pictures with a simple 35mm Minolta, no frills.
I love wandering around my town and seeing everything, meeting people and asking them questions. The best stories I've heard have been while playing snooker at a $1.20/hour pool hall, working for $4.25/hour at a kwik-mart, waiting tables on swing, and of course, covered in dust with my camera in hand.
Since first reading Mr. Wang's New York, I've interviewed third-generation shopkeepers in my city, third-generation church bellringers, and even the man who sold me my first movie ticket over 20 years ago: he still works at the theatre. :)

Who are you?
Where do you live?
Why are you here?
What kind of things do you hope to find in your area, or on your adventures while saving the past?

Ready, go!
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(no subject) [Jul. 19th, 2006|11:40 pm]
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Holding On By David Isay and Harvey Wang (my photo-hero) just came in my mail today. I tell you, this book just lights another fire under my ass to get my own project on the press. Everyday people, vanishing professions and places, and so many of us just walk by or disregard.

In light of this, I've started this community.

If everyone took one picture and interviewed one person in their city that did something seemingly mundane but old-fashioned, imagine what we could capture.

When I first picked up Mr. Wang's "New York", I was struck dumb by his outlook and simplicity. Simple one-shots, simple one-page bio/interviews that summed up the person and their life. Click. This is Joe. He has
sold hot dogs out of a cart for 56 years. He wakes up at 4am everyday and walks three miles to his designated corner. He loves his job. The end. Yet it opens up so many questions and thoughts: 56 years of walking so far? Selling hot dogs?! What would drive a person to do that? But there he is, smiling at his cart. Hundreds of people see him every day, dozens buy his hot dogs, probably regularly. They know him, he knows them. Joe is important to them, and he probably cares for them too. They share stories about work, kids, weather, books and movies, and so on. Joe is a piece of their lives that makes a difference. And all he does is wake up at 4am, get his cart ready, and walk three miles to his corner to make sure people have hot dogs for lunch. Simple.

It made me think of all the people, places, and so on that I have interaction with, or that I take for granted. Things that I was always curious about, but never got around to asking. Who is that person? What was that building? Why is this here? Where did this go? So, I strapped on my camera, loaded with a crazy sense of determination to not forget, and went about trying to get things in my head, on paper, and on film, that were being lost or overlooked.

When I spoke with Mr. Charlie at the Theatre, he was full of stories but a very simple person. He liked his job. Period. He showed me how everything worked, took me up and let me see the projectors, the reels, the old cameras that are collecting dust, and finally outside on the roof to scoot around the marquee and pose for me. I love that picture. Cowboy boots, a flaming tie, his pommade-slick hair and a gruff half-smile all captured in a moment. His face is so recognizable, and everyone 'knows' him, but only a few know his name, and barely a handful know his story. His header could be, "He found the Golden Ticket."

The same feeling crept into me when I clambered up the pipe ladder in the church behind Mr. Eric to see the bells his family had rung for generations; to gaze upon the tons of metal that had filled my ears with sound by never filled my eyes. Dust and tang lay on our tongues as we discussed a century and a half of his family's history, and of the town that responded to the sounds drawn out by his grandfather's, father's, and finally, his own hands and back. Joy and tears were both summonded by the tolling of the bells. His header could be, "For Whom the Bells Toll."

In a world full of cameras with phones, digital cameras small enough to fit in a pocket, disposable cameras, iTalks and PalmPilots, everyone can find one place or one person and record their history online and share it.

Screw letting things fade away, or forcing the old out. Get out there and remember it. Shoes used to be repaired, not thrown away. Radios were built, not bought. Hats were reblocked and furniture refinished! We knew how to dance, how to sew, how to darn our own socks and how to whittle. We still have time to remember, and time to record. Get out there and save someone, save something. Do it now.
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