1971 Royal Sprite, built by Silver Seiko in Japan.
Joe Shriener, Ace Transport Pilot
Grandpa Joe and Grandma Helen
Joe in his later civilian years, selling Skampers to Yankees.
Grandad’s Kodak Pony 135 and a Gossen Pilot light meter (The Pony has *no* light metering)
The front lens assembly is “collapsable” so you need to twist and pull the lens out of the body before you can use it.
Top knobs, film wind, film rewind, frame counter (you manually set it to “0” after loading film) and a dial that’s not hooked to anything, but you’re supposed to set it to remind you what film is loaded. All the options listed are long discontinued.
The Pony 135 is a simple, all-mechanical “zone focus” camera (the viewfinder has no focusing/rangefinding aids), made mostly of Bakelite and stamped steel. The lens aperture is adjustable from F4.5 to F22 and the shutter is adjustable from “Bulb” to 1/200ths of a second. There is a remote shutter release post, but I don’t recognize the connector needed. It looks cheaply-made but feels quite solid, and this particular example works perfectly despite it’s age and general wear. These Bakelite Kodaks aren’t always so lucky. It takes standard 35mm film, but I haven’t found any way to set the film speed. Probably no point in trying, as it has no light meter, and thus does no calculations that would require knowing the film speed.
Your Pony has a much better story than mine. Lucky you!
You’re right, no need for a film speed setting since you’ll set that on your meter. I had pretty good luck with a roll of Tri-X 100. Results here: https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/109968658991754579345/albums/5962176339966303601
Sweet little cameras. They’re the reason I decided to get into the darkroom and learn more about film photography.
Oh, I remember that session, at the botanical gardens when they had an exhibition going on. I didn’t realize that was a Pony. :D
I’m impressed with the quality and composition you got out of it, makes me excited to see what I’m going to get (still on the first roll)
Great post! Family history is pretty interesting; it’s a shame that I don’t know more about mine. I did see an article talking about a WW2 sailor that was saved from drowning by a life jacket that his mother had inspected at the factory! I have my grandfather-in-law’s Nikon Nikkormat FTN that he used in Vietnam, and I actually had you and your photography bouncing around in the back of my mind when I started studying to shoot 35mm film! I am looking for a replacement battery for the built-in light meter on his camera…. Any suggestions?
for the Nikons, I use a common 675 Zinc-Air hearing aid battery. You’ll have to pad the battery compartment to keep it from moving around (675’s are much smaller than the old Mercury-filled and now illegal original battery).
A PX625 will work too, but is not common, and much more expensive. Just remember to adjust the ISO a stop to account for the slightly stronger current of the newer batteries. A zinc-air battery won’t last long (not much more than 2-3 months) mainly because it starts discharging as soon as they are exposed to air, but they’re cheap and easy to find.
This is great. I love lo-tech with a personal back story. The fishing photo is precious!
Gossen Pilot? In any case related to the Gossen typewriter?
Nice story and nice memories. Something to treasure!
Wouldn’t surprise me. It’s German-made:
http://www.jollinger.com/photo/meters/meters/gossen_pilot.html
Nice story. The post sticking out from the right of the lens is the connector to the flash holder. The shutter was synchronized for type M flash bulbs. Here is a picture of a flasholder plugged into a Pony 135: https://flic.kr/p/GrFqbr
Ted,
on a very important (!!) side-note it is to point out that (while “trout fishing was the game”) on that photo, there are three bass (plural = basses?) on the left and four pikes on the right. Then there is a walleye next to the pikes and then one fish that I can not identify and therefore could(!) be a trout. (It looks more like another bass to me, though)
So, if the game was trout fishing, the fellows screwed it up. Since it was your grandpa, I decided to wait 11 years until I tell you, so you don’t find yourself in emotional trouble.
So, here you have it. No trouts. Mission failed. Sorry! ;)
Well, maybe *one* trout. (:
Reconsidering…
After all, it might have been a bassconspiracy or a pikebluff. (The walleye was most likely an innocent victim. Swimming at the wrong time at the wrong place. It happens to all of us sometimes.)
So, with the trouts being held captive, what looks on the photo like a fishing trip of your grandfather might have been an international undercover anti-fishterror mission after all.
And if your local government does not consist of gillbreathers or scalebearers it is an unmistakable sign that the mission was indeed successful.
Honor restored. Please continue on your objectives, agent RRTM. Over and out.
or perhaps I was 7 years old at the time and just remember that we *usually* fished for trout – and I can’t identify fish because that was really the last fishing I ever did. :D
Naw, that sounds to easy.
I’ll stick to the top-secret international undercover anti-fishterror mission instead.
Rumors have it that even the British MI6 was taking part in this fishy transaction. (Agent named Pond, James Pond)
No coincidence that you were 007 years old back then.
Evidence is overwhelming.
Case closed.