I bought a new scanner this weekend. Had to, as the old scanner will not do its “scan the slides” thing with the new Windows 7 computer I got last month. Sucked. Well, it did suck. The new scanner cost half what the old scanner cost 5 years ago. The old scanner would scan 3 slides at a time after you slid each slide into a special holder. The new scanner scans 16 (!!) slides at time and you just set them on the screen in a plastic holder. With the old scanner, I had to select and scan each (of the 3) slides separately. The new scanner selects all 16 slides and scans each one as a separate jpg.
There were issues. The new scanner I wanted, said it wouldn’t work with Windows 7 but I did a “tech chat” and was told it would work. So I drove an hour to the nearest Staples on Saturday morning and bought it. Got home, hooked it up, and it would not install. Back to “tech chat” where the guy politely said I’d need to email them a proof of purchase before he could help. I told him he was SOL if I had to scan said proof of purchase. He agreed to help. Two hours later, the damn machine was installed and wowee zowee! My old computer was slow and scans took forever. Zip-zip! Scans are done quickly with the new machines.
Guess what I did all rainy Sunday?
I woke up with a sore left lower back this morning. Hmmmm… Took me awhile but – yeah, the scanner is on the left side of the desk and the reaching and lifting, lowering of the scanner lid probably did it in.
Scanning our family’s slides is a labor of love and foresight. It’s easier to scan and share all of the photos with my sister and brothers, than sit down and sort through the thousands of slides and try to figure out who gets what. And, none of us own a slide projector anyway.
I began this project five years ago. One of the nicest things that happened was being able to show dad his old photos while he lived in the nursing home (he died in January 2009). Although we bought a DVD player for his TV so we could show them that way, it didn’t work. The TV was too far away and too small. So, every couple of weeks I’d drag in the laptop and we’d go through his old photos. He couldn’t always remember who was who but we had a grand time. Even writing about it right now makes me smile. Most of the time we wouldn’t even get through a whole set of photos as he enjoyed telling his stories about the photos and I’d sit and listen. It was extremely helpful (I never thought I would say this) that I’d heard the stories a gajillion times throughout my life. That way, when he forgot or struggled to remember, I still could!