Remembering Kodak
I saw this posted.
Remember when Kodak was "the" name in photography?
It's sad to read the financial woes they are going thorough.
A sign of the times
Saw this posted on line - it pretty much sums it up.
Sad....
Kodak Tribute.
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"My work is done."
Those words were some of the last penned by George Eastman. He
included them in his suicide note.
They mark an ignoble end to a noble life, the leave taking of a truly
great man.
The same words could now be said for the company he left behind.
My work is done.
For all intents and purposes, the Eastman Kodak Company is through. It
has been mismanaged financially, technologically and competitively.
For 20 years, its leaders have foolishly spent down the patrimony of a
century's prosperity. One of America's bedrock brands is about to
disappear, the Kodak moment has passed.
It is as wrong as suicide, and, like suicide, is the result of
honorifically poor decisions, a fatal wound of self-infliction.
But George Eastman is not how he died, and the Eastman Kodak Company
is not how it is being killed. Though the ends be needless and
premature, they must not be allowed to overshadow the greatness that
came before.
History testifies of the greatness of George Eastman.
It must also bear witness of the greatness of Kodak.
Few companies have done so much good for so many people, or defined
and lifted so profoundly the spirit of a nation and perhaps the world.
It is impossible to understand the 20th Century without recognizing
the role of the Eastman Kodak Company.
Kodak served mankind through entertainment, science, national defense
and the stockpiling of family memories..
Kodak took us to the top of Mount Suribachi and to the Sea of
Tranquility. It introduced us to the merry old Land of Oz and to stars
from Charlie Chaplin to John Wayne, and Elizabeth Taylor to Tom Hanks.
It showed us the shot that killed President Kennedy, and his brother
bleeding out on a kitchen floor, and a fallen Martin Luther King Jr.
on the hard balcony of a Memphis motel.
When that sailor kissed the nurse, and when the spy planes saw
missiles in Cuba, Kodak was the eyes of a nation. From the deck of the
Missouri to the grandeur of Monument Valley, Kodak took us there.
Virtually every significant image of the 20th Century is a gift to
posterity from the Eastman Kodak Company.
In an era of easy digital photography, when we can take a picture of
anything at any time, we cannot imagine what life was like before
George Eastman brought photography to people. Yes, there were
photographers, and for relatively large sums of money they would take
stilted pictures in studios and formal settings.
But most people couldn't afford photographs, and so all they had to
remember distant loved ones, or earlier times of their lives, was
memory. Children could not know what their parents had looked like as
young people, grandparents far away might never learn what their
grandchildren looked like.
Eastman Kodak allowed memory to move from the uncertainty of
recollection, to the permanence of a photograph.
But it wasn't just people whose features were savable; it was events,
the sacred and precious times that families cherish. The Kodak moment,
was humanity's moment. It was that place in time where there is joy,
where life has its ultimate purpose..
From the earliest round Brownie pictures, to the squares of 126 and
the rectangles of 35mm, Kodak let the fleeting moments of birthdays
and weddings, picnics and parties, be preserved and saved. It allowed
for the creation of the most egalitarian art form. Lovers could take
one another's pictures, children were photographed walking out the
door on the first day of school, the person releasing the shutter
decided what was worth recording, and hundreds of millions of such
decisions were made.
And for centuries to come, those long dead will smile and dance and
communicate to their unborn progeny. Family history will be not only
names on paper, but smiles on faces.
Thanks to Kodak.
The same Kodak that served is in space and on countless battlefields.
This company went to war for the United States and played an important
part in surveillance and reconnaissance. It also went to the moon and
everywhere in between.
All while generating a cash flow that employed countless thousands of
salt-of-the-earth people, and which allowed the company's founder to
engage in some of the most generous philanthropy in America's history.
Not just in Kodak's home city of Rochester, New York, but in Tuskegee
and London, and at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. He
bankrolled two historically black colleges, fixed the teeth of
Europe's poor, and quietly did good wherever he could.
And Kodak made that possible.
While doing good, Kodak did very well.
And all the Kodakers over all the years are essential parts of that
monumental legacy. They prospered a great company, but they - with
that company - blessed the world.
That is what we should remember about the Eastman Kodak Company.
Like its founder, we should remember how it lived, not how it died.
My work is done.
Perhaps that is true of Kodak.
If it is, we should be grateful that such a company ever existed. We
should rejoice in and show respect for that existence.
History will forget the small men who have scuttled this company.
But history will never forget Kodak.
- by Bob Lonsberry (c) 2011
