My first real camera was a box Brownie. The whole family operated it, so it really wasn't mine. Mother instructed how to load the film - we had to be in a dark place, couldn't touch anything but the edges of the film, and we had to be sure to start winding the film before we closed it. After taking a shot, you had to manually dial the roll forward. Most rolls were 24 pictures, but my parents always tried to squeeze at least one more snap. Black and white film was the norm for many years.
Later we got a flash camera for taking pictures indoors or outside with poor lighting. The large round bulbs kind of blew up - they got very hot and melted. You had to be careful when removing them not to get burned.
I took a trip to the Holy Land after high school and one day while out on a tour I lost my camera. I was sitting down feeling sad about losing pictures of all the special places I had been. One of the elderly gentlemen on the tour came by and snapped my picture. Turns out he was using my camera and I was so glad to have it returned. Unfortunately those printed 3" by 3" color pictures are now badly faded and most are stuck to the old self adhering photo album pages we so often used. The negatives are now gone, but I had saved them for about 20 years.
It was sad to have to clear out some of my mother's house last year and realize we just can't save everything from the past. When it comes to shelves full of old snapshots, perhaps memories can be the 'photos' we keep instead.
"I thank my God in all my remembrance of you." Philippians 1:3