A few weeks ago when I flew to Louisiana to visit my grandmother in the hospital, I took some time during the trip to also visit her house. This is the house she's lived in since the late 1930's and the house I spent quite a lot of time in while I was growing up. I wanted to take some pictures of things that were meaningful to me so I would have a way of looking back at them. This old mechanical scale was one of those things. I remember hopping up on it every chance I got. I never cared how much I weighed, I just liked the feel of it and seeing that pointer swing around.
