Old pictures again. Hope you don't mind. The wind is whistling up a gale outside. Mostly I just stayed in after we got home from church and before we went to our small group meeting.
This is a picture of my mother and her best friend Helen. Mother is on the left and she is holding me. Helen is holding Marilyn. They were good friends until Helen died in about 1965. Bob and I out on the ocean at a nice park and walkway down to the water. We had so much fun on that trip.
Boys 1 and 2. Steve on the left and Scott on the right. It must have been Easter Sunday as I recall.
Bobs family. His brother Lynn in the front, Bob and Bob's sister Julia. His mom and dad in the back. Bob and Lynn are the only ones left. Julie died at 50 of an aneurysm.
My mother in l937. The year before I was born. I wish I had those shoes. They look so cool. I don't have a clue where the picture was taken. Love that picture of her.
Today we had a little bit of a fright. Bob more than me. He looked out the window because the horses were running. At first he thought it was the wind. When he looked over to see what Sage was doing, guess what? She wasn't there. Miss Lip had undone her gate and gone exploring. She was out cantering around one of the pastures just having a good time. She did not go through the hot wire fence just had fun. Bob did not think she would let me walk up to her, but we showed him. I got her lead rope and walked right up to her. I asked her what she was doing out there, rubbed her on the neck and took a hold of her halter. Then we walked back to the barn. She thought I was going to put her back in her pen but it was feeding time so I just took her back there. She had pawed the snow down to the grass and was eating that old dried up grass under the snow. That part of being wild is still there. Bob did not think she would ever just let me walk up to her like that out in the middle of a field. Yay Sage.