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November 12, 2012

The Old Home Town Where I Grew Up

My 65 Chevy parked in front of my childhood home. Notice the dirt road.
















We had running water by this time and we had power as well even natural gas. No telephone however. This all happened after the kids grew up and left for the wide wide world to seek their fortunes.

My Mother and Father. Dad was a Jack of all Trades and a Master of all. Trained in Germany. My Mother of course had her hands full with taking care of and feeding 9 kids. I have no idea how they managed through the Dirty Thirties but they did. 

And here I am today, no worse for ware a successful artist, graphic designer, sign painter and competitive archer. Now as you know, I spend a lot of time feeding and  watching my birds, rabbits and pussy cats!


My first bow. I managed to shoot a rattle snake on this day. The only other animal I shot was a rabbit and that cured me of ever shooting a living thing again. It was targets only forever more and I have the trophies to prove it.