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.

Junk Yard Dog or Don’t Bring Back More than You Take…

It all started many years ago when I was pretty young.

There were always junk piles, garbage dumps and wrecked cars scattered around our neck of the woods…

The Demise of Delilah

Delilah was her name-she was an ugly faded orange ’55 2nd generation Chevy 1/2 ton pick-up…

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.

The Fearless Pigeon Hunters

My one older cousin, myself, and a just younger cousin entertained ourselves many, many nights by pigeon hunting. No the object was not to kill or hurt the pigeons but to capture as many as we could and keep them for pets.