The old silver maple keeps loosing limbs one at a time. A major wind storm will take the next major branch out that will land on my sidewalk.
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Downstairs
My one friend calls it his lower level of the house. I always called it the basement. In my lower level workshop/storage area I took some r...
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My dad has come home from the war. It is 1945 in the summer. My oldest brother Ron is on the right and Rex is on the left. The next two bo... -
Teddy's legs are a little short for this big wheel but he still likes sitting on it. These shots were buried in my files and this one...
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It's a beautiful tree and offers a lot of shade.
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