Not your average bear
"Vicki and Yogi on Mom's new chair," ca. 1961... St. Louis? I'll bet Mom would remember when -- certainly where -- she bought that chair.
That's a true black-and-white Polaroid -- my dad took LOTS of Polaroid photos when we were kids. It was a pretty big camera and the case was HUGE! I used to love watching them develop, of course, but there was also a little spongy-squeegee thing that he'd use to apply fixative or something and I used to love the smell of that stuff. I loved the smell of gasoline wafting through an open window when I was a kid, too. And I liked eating butter straight up, and the crispy fat on a grilled steak and, apparently, aspirin, as I had my stomach pumped not once (baby aspirin) but TWICE (Anacin -- the real stuff) as a kid. But I digress... Anyway, fixed or not, you can see some funky stuff happening on the Polaroid specimen above -- that's tame compared to some.
My interest in gadgets for picture and sound is definitely from my dad, though he's probably better at getting them to consistently work.