As a youngster, I used my Kodak Instamatic camera to capture lots of ‘amateur classics’. Sunsets with horizon and red ball dead centre. Fuzzy people, moving too fast. Flat bodies of motionless water. The sky. Just sky. The moon, an invisible speck on black. Dogs with out-of-focus snouts right on the lens. And, of course, cats. People love their cats no matter the decade. They are people too, after all, to their families, and easy captures always guaranteed to do something worthy of a permanent historic visual record. For instance, these two agile kittens would sneak in and out of the house any way they could. Here they are heading through…the Milk Box! More likely, I am ‘subtly suggesting’ they go through but let’s say I don’t recall. Now that home delivery by milk and bread trucks is long gone, younger homebuyers are often mystified by these tiny hobbit doors on older houses. But in its hey-day, the Milk Box was the essential user interface for milk and bread transactions. Handwritten lists and coins went out and the goods (milk, bread and if we kids were good that week, occasional small bags of Hostess chips or Twinkies) came in. So, it turns out, shooting these gals, who probably smelled milk, creating the excitement, captured a little bit of classic residential design history that’s now almost forgotten.
Submitted by oftensassy