My uncle Roy and my uncle Fred on the front porch of the house where I was born.
From Fred I got my love of and respect for Nature
From Roy I got my warped sense of humor and my philosophy
Photo and inscription by my mom
Photo made in 1969
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The window of the bedroom where I was born is farthest from the camera.
The near window was the living room.
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On the background ridge is where I spent many summer and autumn days of my boyhood.
The rock I am writing about in my Are you a god? story was located there.
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6 comments:
Ken what is the tall tower structure in the background? I think I saw this in another photo you had posted as well.
It is interesting to me how the men of that time tended to look gaunt with an air of suspicion about them. It is telling as to how FAT Americans have become. One only has to look at the old photos to see how times have changed.
What has become of this house? is it close by where you live now? I love going home to my old place and dream someday of buying the old trailer and property if I ever win the lotto. Can we ever go home?
Hope you get to feeling better with the allergies.
Damn squirrels are eating the heads off my sunflowers and leaving the debris on the top of my pool screen. I am considering seriously a high-powered water gun to scare them off w/o injury.
happy Monday. Meatloaf night for us.
Thanks, Tammy.
The structure is an ordinary light pole. The pic was shot with a cheap Polaroid camera and the right side is stretched vertically. The pole is about 250' from the porch and the background ridge is about 1500 yards away. It is all out of proportion.
Most of my family on my mom's side were lean. Yep; fat is the "in" fad I suppose. I'm carrying way too much.
The house is still there and has been sold at least three times since my grandma died in 1972. The porch is there but everything has been remodeled and inside plumbing installed. It is about three miles from my present place.
Your memories can go home, but the physical place is forever lost to your heart, even if you buy it and move in. It is a sad truth.
I feel for you but you better get up early and stay up until near dark if you want to "water" the squirrels. They will eventually wait you out!
We had meatloaf last week. Good eating and happy Tuesday.
Man I want some meatloaf. I really do not want to have to make it. Maybe I find a vegan loaf.
Hell for me when I go home to CT. it feels odd sometimes. A stranger in your hometown.
You a vegan? I didn't know.Vegan meatloaf: oxymoron? ;-)
The transition from home to where ever usually seems fairly smooth. There is something in our psyche that makes returning to the nest impossible. We can go back, but it is no longer our nest.
Thanks, Mark.
I am not a vegan. However if I enjoyed cooking i would head that way. I have had a vegan meatloaf and it was very good.
We would all benefit from less red meat and so many preservatives.
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