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…

She had her chance to Run..

My 37th Wedding Anniversary recently went by, so I got to thinking back about when Mary Pat and I decided to travel to Idaho in late February of 1978 to get hitched. We traveled from Havre, Montana to Hamilton, Montana where my folks had retired. We planned to stay the night at my folks house and then travel to somewhere in Idaho the next day to get hitched. My bride-to-be had never met my folks…

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…

A little boy a long time ago.

I was a lonely little boy growing up on the Prairie, 17 miles north of the nearest town. My folks were 42 and 41 when I was born. The nearest kids my age were 5 miles to the southwest. One was a little older, a girl and one was a little younger, a boy. What a time we 3 had…