It's a purely pleasurable (and often head-scratching) pastime, and provides me with plenty of chuckles.
I'm posting the one below (that's me on the knee of a family friend [Art Klein], who is talking with Dad) because it's got the old crank phone in it. Remember those, anyone?
Margo, our home town, was one of the last places in Saskatchewan to get dial phones, I'm sure. This pic would have been taken about 1962. And on the farm, we still had party lines till I was in my early teens.