My Great Uncle John…

One of my favorite things to do when I was growing up was to listen to my Dad tell me about his uncle John.

John Dumdai was my Grandma’s Brother. His exploits filled my youth and he was always larger than life to me.

Growing up quickly

When I look at my little Grandchildren, I think back when I was just a little older than they are right now…

Old days

When I think back about growing up times have certainly changed. Just a few random thoughts.

Outdoor toliet was the facility in winter and in summer. The pump house was at least 75 to 100 yards from the house and we carried pails of water winter and summer. My kids were always told that is why my arms are so long from carrying water from the pump house to the house.

Kindergarten Hooligan

I must have been an independent rebellious child…

My Grandpa Bud

My Grandpa on my mom’s side was dead before I came around. His name was Floyd Light although no one ever called him Floyd, he was called Bud by everyone including my Mother. Bud, yes you heard right, the original Bud Light, long before the brand of beer…