My Dad never flew in a plane. (Or sailed "overseas")
Back in the days of the 1920s depression he built radios in the back shed of his grocery store at night.
At the time the only local radio station was in a tent on the citys parklands!

We have here at home the Pianolla--and all the old rolls---which he swapped for one of the radios he built!

I wonder what he would make of all this 3D stuff I am involved with now?
(He was very upset when I branched out on my own to be a "photographer" and got involved with "art" and painting in the late 1960s.)

Brian

ps--To get the mind going, for those interested in Art History, my dad was born in the year the "Impresionists Movement" ended. (Note, truly, would you believe---ended!)