![]() It also gave him some ideas on how to utilize this new device in his field work. This adaptor would allow instant 8 x 10 headshots to be available instantly but in a 8 x 10 format, & I was lucky enough to be his model for that process. He proceeded to install a newly received adaptor from Polaroid, to aid photographers in the shooting of headshots. He had me up to his studio many times, & one day I stopped by, just to say hi, when he asked me to sit on a stool in front of a camera. When I graduated from college in 1976, I returned to New London, CT where I bumped into, & re-established my friendship with Robin. Late one night, last week, I happened to look at one of my pictures which was shot by none other than Robin Perry, who just happened to be a friend of the family, but also my first headshot photographer in 1977. It will be good to hear his voice again…! I’ll try to work on these as time permits.Īlso have a few recorded telephone conversations – sitting on cassettes. There are dozens of printed material waiting to be copied and 30+ slides to be scanned. I still have to transfer about 18 comments. The bulk of the above material was copied from my previous website design. Then on page 8, in the top left corner – the following is shown:Īpproximately 8,000 prints, negatives, and On page 7, there’s a heading labelled “ Photograph Collection”. › The following was once found in this document → Note as of Jan-2017 > the website is now called Īnd their Annual Reports go back 10 years – now starting at 2007. To contribute, contact General Manager John Bloom at (202) 662-7534. Perry’s bequest is an exciting start for the Centennial fund, said Club Treasurer Donna Leinwand. Perry, who died in June 2005, in Indialantic, Fla., belonged to the Club from January 1977 to March 1995. The Board voted last month to use the money to create a new fund to finance the celebration of the Club’s upcoming centennial. ![]() The late Robin Livingston Perry, a commercial photographer and prolific author, has bequeathed $20,158 to the Club. › The following was found in this document, on page 3 → National_Press_Club,Vol56,No28.pdf ![]() › Robin Perry wrote an article about ‘Cameras’ in the NY Times → Arts section, published March 8th 1981. › A few comments were posted in a → thread. › Marco wrote a memorium at his website → Marco Zecchin Photographic Art. Published by Perry Studios of Waterford Ct I found this story by searching at Google News Archive. Love Sade, sixties soul, seventies rock, and all jazz.› Here’s an article from The Day newspaper, dated Mar-31-1975. Worked as a commercial photographer at JL Hudsons in Detroit and continue photography as a hobby. Major hobbies are collecting old stuff from the 20s and restoring old racing bicycles. After that, he would always throw a couple of pork chops or steaks into the package with the free kidneys.įredric Durrette served one tour in Vietnam, retired as E8 in the navy submarine service after 23 years. But then he realized that we were probably one of his poorest customers. Then, one day during a conversation, my mom let out that the kidneys weren’t for the cat and that we were actually eating them ourselves. This went on for several months until, my mom began asking only for the kidneys. Well, the old butcher thought we were getting the kidneys to feed our cat, so he practically gave them to us without charging. So, mom started buying beef liver and kidneys to serve with our homegrown vegetables. Now, my mom fell on hard times while she was between housekeeping jobs and it was getting hard to put meat on the table. I also remember that he kept a candy dish near the register for us kids when we were sent by our parents to pick up an order. His English was fair, but the European accent gave it a foreign flair. He knew his customers by name and even us kids when we shopped for our parents. Our particular neighborhood butcher was on Conant Avenue, a few blocks from our home, and was owned and operated by a kindly old Polish gentleman who had migrated here to escape the war in Europe. The butcher shop was also a gathering place for the ladies to exchange recipes and gossip. Want a special cut of beef, just ask the butcher.īecause the butcher shop was usually a neighborhood store, they knew the neighborhood families and would often be generous with weighing the scales, sometimes even letting poorer families get meat on a pay when you can basis. If you wanted your porkchops thin, that’s how you got them. The butcher would actually cut the meat exactly how you wanted and weigh it right in front of you. Back in the 1950s Detroit, before Walmart Super Stores, big chain supermarkets and packaged meat, you got your meat from a butcher shop.
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