Day 68, "Every picture has a story"
I am guessing this was taken in 1953 or so. Of course the main object is HELEN BUT the story is about the shed in the background. Dad would park big red (truck) in the right side and the car in the left side. Helen is standing near the house as I think you can see cement and maybe a tub about half way up on the left side of the picture. Could that be the famous galvanized bath tub that we used every Saturday night in the winter? NO trees in the background as they came later. BUT back to the shed. It fell victim to a storm that took place a year or two later. Joan, Dave and I were at Wood Lake School when the storm hit. IF it had taken the school we may have been toast, so to speak but it did not. After it had passed we ran outside and looked towards home. No trees so we could see our farm from the school. We saw the house but the wind charger on top was gone. We raced home to see the wind charger lying on the ground all twisted and the shed was flattened. I do not remember how or when the shed got cleaned up but know it was several years. I still can almost feel the pain as I stepped on a board with a nail sticking out as I explored the wreckage some time later. I hopped into the house with the nail in the foot and the board still attached! Mom, the nurse and doctor, gingerly pulled it out and then it was sit still with your foot in Epsom salt. After a bit I was good to go but still NO shoes! Of course the wind charger never was put back up and the shed, it never was replaced so from that time on the car and Big Red had no garage. Maybe that is the reason one spring Big Red's radiator was the home to a family of mice! I think the next time Dad's car enjoyed an inside presence was when he cut a hole in the hay barn side of the barn to park the car. Come on Dad there was really no good reason to cut up our sweet old barn! There are times I think about myself and my siblings. The upbringing we had and how we all did as adults. As for Dad, I know he was incredibly smart as he could pretty much do anything. A photographer he was. A electrician he was. A hunter he was FOR SURE. A welder he was. A blacksmith he was. A mechanic he was. A farmer he was NOT.
We had a storm yesterday afternoon. I am guessing we had an inch or more of rain and it was very windy. I rode over to the courts this morning at 6:00 and one of the courts had the fencing down so that court will not be playable until that gets fixed. As for the courts, they were dry enough to play on but it is still very very windy. Karl, who arranged our court for this morning, canceled it last night based on the forecast. Yesterday I played at 9:00 and as the match went on the wind picked up. By the time we ended one needed to be aware of the wind as it would do tricks with the ball.
My FP is some coffee that Terry's friend Heidi gave me after she was in Costa Rica. It is very good but bottoms up with the last sip.
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