Love your memories of family and childhood. I collected rocks too. My Dad was a cowboy and practiced calf roping in the arena. I and my brother got paid for every bucket of rocks we collected. It’s these little things that we remember… Thank you for sharing Maryann🥰
such an honest look at how we recall moments buried as the marigolds did of your Mom and the photos the bio reminds of an American family out of Wallace Stegner book of short stories unfiltered clear look at how this country was settled without a ton of complaining love this
Thank you, Appleton, you know how it goes with being here now and also being momentarily in experiences long ago, but they still feel close at times. I'll have to check out Stegner's book!
This sure brings back very fond memories of my life as a farm kid on Seavey Loop Rd., catching frogs at Andy's bridge, jumping off the Mt. Pisgah bridge into the Coast Fork of the Willamette R., driving crazy wild on our 3 wheeler in the pasture track, catching blue gill and catfish at Wildish pond, pulling bass out of the river, learning to drive a "3 on the tree" dump truck at 11 (barely able to hit the clutch) and soooo much more. The hard work of gardening, mowing, trimming hedges and picking beans at 4 cents a pound, and sneaking strawberries, peaches, cherries and apples from neighboring farms at night when on the prowl. Selling my 'fresh off the tree' pie cherries at "two bits a pound" and of course tending to the critters and standing and backwards riding on my favorite horse "Flag" around the pasture for hours on end. To get the run, I'd have to drag him to the back fence line and hold on for dear life (rope around the neck and no saddle) for a trot-gallop back to the barn. Sitting on Josephine's back while mom milked and getting squirts from her tit. After the rains, we'd muck in the cow poop that swamped the manger floor - sometimes getting the boot stuck and falling butt first in the slop (then hosed off outside). You've kicked my memories into gear. The good ole days when secrets were shared and butts were bared.... Thank you for your flashbacks. What a treat to have parents so engaged and a brother who hopefully watched over your squirrelly self!
More! Give us more! Your dad left you with a treasure with all those photos! Your mom had the best smile, I can remember it well. I hope you broke the habit of doing outside "chores" without a shirt on? Thanks for the snippet of your memories. What fun!
Love your photos🙏
Thank you!
Love your memories of family and childhood. I collected rocks too. My Dad was a cowboy and practiced calf roping in the arena. I and my brother got paid for every bucket of rocks we collected. It’s these little things that we remember… Thank you for sharing Maryann🥰
Nice memories! Thank you for sharing!
Mary Ann!!! The photos!!! oh my God they’re all incredible. What a beautiful family. ❤️
Thank you, Robin!! We gotta talk soon. Always love hearing about what cool things you are up to!
such an honest look at how we recall moments buried as the marigolds did of your Mom and the photos the bio reminds of an American family out of Wallace Stegner book of short stories unfiltered clear look at how this country was settled without a ton of complaining love this
Thank you, Appleton, you know how it goes with being here now and also being momentarily in experiences long ago, but they still feel close at times. I'll have to check out Stegner's book!
i lost my copy....its so good....panoramic in scope of families who settled this country....worked lived lived😇
Thanks for letting me know about it! Hope all is well with your projects and guitar playing and writing!
This sure brings back very fond memories of my life as a farm kid on Seavey Loop Rd., catching frogs at Andy's bridge, jumping off the Mt. Pisgah bridge into the Coast Fork of the Willamette R., driving crazy wild on our 3 wheeler in the pasture track, catching blue gill and catfish at Wildish pond, pulling bass out of the river, learning to drive a "3 on the tree" dump truck at 11 (barely able to hit the clutch) and soooo much more. The hard work of gardening, mowing, trimming hedges and picking beans at 4 cents a pound, and sneaking strawberries, peaches, cherries and apples from neighboring farms at night when on the prowl. Selling my 'fresh off the tree' pie cherries at "two bits a pound" and of course tending to the critters and standing and backwards riding on my favorite horse "Flag" around the pasture for hours on end. To get the run, I'd have to drag him to the back fence line and hold on for dear life (rope around the neck and no saddle) for a trot-gallop back to the barn. Sitting on Josephine's back while mom milked and getting squirts from her tit. After the rains, we'd muck in the cow poop that swamped the manger floor - sometimes getting the boot stuck and falling butt first in the slop (then hosed off outside). You've kicked my memories into gear. The good ole days when secrets were shared and butts were bared.... Thank you for your flashbacks. What a treat to have parents so engaged and a brother who hopefully watched over your squirrelly self!
Like all your stories, thanks for sharing- glad to help kick your memories in gear!
I would have followed you around everywhere. Too much cool stuff going on!
I would have gotten you in Trouble!
Yes, you would have!
AND I'm sure we would have had a lot of fun in the process!
This is wonderful. Sounds like summer camp. And it appears you look so much like your mother!
Yeah, at times it WAS like summer camp! And you would approve as we had two poodles (miniatures)!
More! Give us more! Your dad left you with a treasure with all those photos! Your mom had the best smile, I can remember it well. I hope you broke the habit of doing outside "chores" without a shirt on? Thanks for the snippet of your memories. What fun!