Thursday, March 28, 2019

Day 156, "Every picture has a story"
It was the spring of 1970.  We did not have a stroller for John so would take him around in the wagon.  The girls at the School for the Deaf just loved him.  Here Diana, Cheryl and Linda (can't make out the one girl) surround John as they think he is so cute!  John has lasted (he will be 50 this year!) and the wagon lasted for a long time but is history now.  At times I wonder how those girls fared in life.  Diana had no ears so it was a challenge to keep her glasses on and one can see there are not on in this picture.  At the time we lived on campus at the school but that summer we were forced to move off.  After a VERY difficult summer we were able to buy a house at 710 3rd street.  On campus we lived in old main with it's 12 foot ceilings and NO kitchen.  The one good thing about living there was in the winter I could hike down to the basement and walk in the tunnels to school without ever stepping outside.  If I needed to get to the business office I could also get there by the tunnels.  Several of the buildings were connected so one source of heat could be used by all.  A side note is at the time there were about 110 students there and today there is probably 10 or so!  The beloved wood shop is just sitting empty wanting attention.  No that may not be true as most of the machines have been taken away.

Terry and I had a nice day yesterday.  For a variety of reasons Terry has not been able to get on the tennis court for a LONG time.  Yesterday we went out at 1:30 and hit the ball for about 45 minutes.  It was a fun time.  Maybe Terry can now get back into it as she feels better than she has for a long time.  As for my game it is progressing (I think) a little each time I play.  As we approach April there will be different players on the court as many will head north for the summer.  

I decided to not eat breakfast this morning but "for sure" I am having my FP.  Will dress and get over to the courts soon for a 9:00 court time.

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