I haven't used a Polaroid camera in years, but the fact that they will be gone for good saddens me.
In boxes somewhere I have tons of old Polaroid photos, but I hapened to run across this one the other day. It was taken on a Saturday afternoon in 1981 at the Kilgour Elementary School festival in Cincinnati, Ohio.
The people in the photo are My sister, Ann, four of my nieces, and a Policeman named Joe. I'm the one dressed in the blue blazer and looking out of place for a Saturday afternoon. I'd just come from an appointment, investigating a liability claim and taking some gruesome accident photos with my Polaroid.
When I investigated claims for Aetna Casualty, we had company issued Polaroid cameras to take pictures of every accident scene. I handled only the worst cases and I remember so many times standing in the middle of the highway, taking pictures with my Polaroid where some accident had happened the night before or going to the scene of some factory fataliiy for Polaroids of the machinery where some poor soul lost his life.
Most of my Polaroid memories are happy ones, like this one of the Kilgour festival. I'll keep looking, perhaps I'll find a few more.