I love a good story - don't you? And this camera has a great one! This is the camera my Grandpa won in a poker game in 1941. When he was in the airforce and playing poker was illegal (what?!). He says it changed hands a few times that day. He won it. Lost it. Then won it again! He gave the camera to my Grandma (so sweet!) who he was dating... having met her at a dance when he arrived to Nova Scotia from Wales.
In the mid 1950s, while roadtripping to Cape Breton, the car my grandparents were driving started to cause trouble. Trouble to the tune of four flat tires (ugh!). On the fourth flat they were running low on cash so my Grandpa made a (savvy) deal with a gas station owner. He would leave the camera as a guarantee - in exchange for the tire to be fixed and and the gas tank filled. When my Grandpa got back home he sent the cash payment, and the camera was then also sent back. (Negotiating pro!).
This is the official documentation of this story. First handwritten (on the back of what seems to be minutes from some committee meeting) by my Grandpa. Then typed by my Dad who was given the camera in the 90s, and who gave it to me a few years ago when I started to get serious about my photography business. If you come to my house you will see it displayed in a special place. C'est tout!