Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Way Down Upon the Swanee River...

I have just returned from a two week vacation at the old homestead. Sniff, I get a tear in my eye just thinking about it now. Here's the house my parents lived in:

I, however, wasn't allowed in there. Instead of having to sleep in the yard, I had a house of my own! It doesn't look much different now than it did then:

Oh the happy memories! Here's the main hall where I would sit for hours torturing small animals with a rusty hacksaw:

Here's the playroom:

I slept up here with many wasp's nests to keep me company:

Oh, and here's a picture of my family at Christmas (Minus me, I wasn't allowed in the family photos either):

A closeup of my lovely sister:

And here a rare picture of me all dressed up to take cousin Mary Ann to the film show. I sure do clean up nice don't I?

I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into my life. Next time: A riveting true story about trespassing, x-rays, and old trailers.

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