One of the magical Christmas memories I have was in the 50's when my Father would print our Family Christmas Cards. He had made a contraption to expose photo paper to a negative with an inscription. He would let us watch him develop the cards in 3 different baths.
Over Thanksgiving we found no one in town develops film my grandson had taken. It has to be sent away. This got us thinking about Dad's exposure devise. It had followed me home years ago and I dug it out.
It occurred to me how similar to Model T days that self devised process was.
The short fellow in the card is me.
Oops! It happened to me. Should have put this on the other side.
I'll copy it over and maybe it can be deleted from here.