Shooting a little pool in the dining room on Lexington Ave.Brett must play better in his jamies.
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Why did you name it that?
My Dad liked photography as a hobby and his family made for interesting subjects to capture on film or should I say slides.
There aren't many pictures with him in them so I titled this blog "What my Dad saw".
The rear view mirror header I think summes it up well.
I remember Dad saying "I am gonna take a picture of what I see every time I look in the mirror".
This is my families history, thanks for coming and enjoy.
There aren't many pictures with him in them so I titled this blog "What my Dad saw".
The rear view mirror header I think summes it up well.
I remember Dad saying "I am gonna take a picture of what I see every time I look in the mirror".
This is my families history, thanks for coming and enjoy.
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2 comments:
What happened to the pool table? I don't think it made the move, did it?
Sadly, we probably sold it in a garage sale getting ready for the big move. I do remember thinking with our 5 acres for our home that you boys would just stay outside forever, and wouldn't need many toys because you would have the great outdoors for entertainment. We bought the swingset and moved it a distance from the house to allow you to become adventuresome. I was surprised when - for at aleast the first summer - you all were afraid to play on it alone. I had to be there with you to "see" you play. It was like you were imprinted with the size of your "cage" (the yard in Indy) and a shock collar went off if you ventured further than 50 feet. I did love that the 3 of you stuck so close together. At least you did get over it and the canoe tree and creek gave you a lot of inventive play time the following years. But then, I became concerned because I couldn't see you. That is when the "Bell" came in to use. You were to immediately answer when you heard it. It worked well to calm my nervousness for my great outdoorsmen. Then the trampoline brought you back closer to the house to play. (Guess I've always been hard to please.~Mom
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