In the summer of 1949, people of Markdale, Ontario walked down their street, only to encounter a man with an 8MM movie camera on a tripod. He probably talked to them a bit and ensured all he was doing was taking a movie of them and that they just had to be themselves.
     He spent the better part of a day and possibly night, in Centre Grey, capturing a dance at the Armory, men eating ice cream at a local diner, youths diving in slow motion into the community pond at Rotary Park, barbers ...

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