These lilies used to cover the bank of hill in front of our house. It was very steep & difficult to mow, so someone planted a mass of flowers. At the time, I thought they were ugly. Now there's only a few left.
Grandpap's favorite cigar, or stogie. 
There was a tree behind his house that grew some kind of long string-bean-looking thing. I saw one just like it in Kansas City & snapped this picture.
They called it a stogie tree. I thought Gramps plucked his right off the tree. I suppose that ranks up there with the dog on the bridge story.
The building on the left used to be the dance studio where I spent many, many happy hours learning modern jazz - real dance, Bob Fosse stuff - not the gymnastic-aerobic-hiphop hybrid choreography done today. (Granted, the contemporary style takes great talent & athletic ability. But, it's just not .... jazzy)
The mini-park fountain the town council had built when Uncle Bud was a councilman. I called him Uncle "Fudgie" because I loved fudge and he was my favorite uncle - as good as fudge. But something happened along the way and sadly, he died a lonely, crotchety man.
CLOSING SHOTS
We've come to the close of this particular journey. I hope you enjoyed our little trip back in time. Thank you for coming along.
We've come to the close of this particular journey. I hope you enjoyed our little trip back in time. Thank you for coming along.
1 comment:
Love the metal watering cans. J was looking for one earlier this summer. He couldn't find the right sized can. We stopped looking after a month or so.
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