One of the loves of my life, my Dad. He was a carpenter, he was intelligent and sharp. He went through life as an optimist. He made things with his bare hands. I love him.
My Uncle Lester. You will see him in a later picture. He was funny, irreverent, spent a lot of time trying to get rich quick and died of a broken neck in a one-car accident at the young age of 51. He was a truck driver and when he would come through our town he would stop and see us. He was the most wonderful uncle a girl could have. I still miss him.
I wish this were clearer. I need a scanner – I have one but the drivers won’t work with the new OS. Pooh. This is the apple – on the left and the tree – on the right. This is my son and I at approximately the same age.
The carpenters! My Grandpa Carey on the left, Uncle Arlen in the middle and my father ………. aren’t they serious? I think they were pissed off at each other – as per usual.
As promised – my Uncle Les on the right and Dad on the left – such handsome men!
Mom saved every picture her family, Dad’s family and our family has ever had. I have two large tubs full of nothing but pictures from the past and the very past. I have photos of my maternal great-grandparents sitting outside their home, pictures of relatives from the Civil War, pictures of gravestones ……… you name it and it is in there. I need to do something about these ……………. I think it’s going to mean I have to get a scanner ……………