16-acre Farm on Route 72 purchased 1955
From Margaret—I always envied how Marilyn could get such beautiful curls. She tried to teach me how she made her pincurls, and I tried the technique. But my hair never came out like hers. This photo was taken in the living room, after the addition, the new wallpaper, and new maple flooring. Note the wastebasket that mother wallpapered, next to WD’s desk. The wastebasket matched the feature wall up the stairway behind us. In the background, at the kitchen table, is Uncle Alfred. And next to him, barely visible, is Uncle Bob. This would have been their last trip to Ohio and the last time all three siblings—Alfred, Bob, and Mother—were together. Also, on this trip, Uncle Bob brought his annotated topographic maps and backpacking photos. I resolved immediately to go backpacking in the Sierra some day. I was beyond thrilled to make one backpacking trip with Bob high up into the backcountry several years later, during the summer I spent in San Francisco as an incompetent waitress at the Fairmont Hotel.
The Red 1950 Ford Flatbed Truck like we used on the Farm
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