Monroe, The rest of the story.

Things changed for Monroe when my brother Brett's boy, Blake, was little.

(These first two photos are not Blake but my brother Chad's boy Zachary.)Blake would often want to touch Monroe. Sometimes several times a day.

So one day Dad took Monroe down from the wall and something happened when he hung him back up because Monroe fell and broke off the tips of some of his antlers.

So the next time Blake visited Dad took Monroe and wrapped his lower half in Blake's blanket and placed him next to Blake.

So Blake watched cartoons with Monroe. Blake shared his snacks with Monroe.

Monroe sat in the seat next to Blake in the car when PaPaw would go to Hardees.

This is not the typical life for a mounted deer but Monroe must have liked it.

He began to be used as a prop in my Mothers photography.

No longer content with being in the background in OUR family pictures he showed up in other families Christmas pictures and senior pictures.


(These next few pictures are of Blake with Monroe.)


Blake still hangs out with Monroe and as a matter of fact Monroe came out and sat with us at a recent family wiener roast.

Don't you dare judge us!

Monroe, Part 3

This is Monroe sneaking in some pictures over the years.

He held his spot on the wall with pride for many years.

Then he found he really liked the attention and was no longer content to stay on the wall.

More tomorrow.

Exploring 1973

Mom and her sons on an expedition in the forest.

Posing by some rocks elsewhere that same day.

A fun little jaunt through the park....or is it?

It has been a few years so I think it is time that we confess that we were really a secret spy family preparing for a mission.

There, our true identities are now revealed.

I mean look at us. The world should have known it all along because we wore the fashion and faces of the spy world.

So how did our friends not catch on?

Training. Hours and hours of training.

Here is a close up of the last group shot to demonstrate to you what I mean.

I take the lead, being the oldest, and put on my regular day face.

Masters of espionage!