My grandfather Bengt Paul was never seen without a camera around his neck. He was a journalist and a talented photographer. Thanks to my brother Tom and my Uncle Heye (excellent photographers themselves), I've got four boxes of Bengt's carefully organized negatives—thousands of them, from Berlin in the 1930s and '40s, and from Sweden afterwards in the '50s and '60s. Looks like an amazing project to explore them. Bengt usually developed his own photos. But I guess he did avail himself of photo shops now and again, as evidenced in these envelopes. The Spector's envelope must have been from a visit to his daughter Christa's family (my mom) in the Queen City.