OK, another post from the treasure trove of photos of me, myself, and I. I will be including other family members as I go along, but I’m a first child, and most of them are me, me, me. Over on an e-mail list I read, this is called “shameless self promotion”, SSP. Shay-Ron over at Collie’s Corner paraphrases the old Carly Simon song, saying something like, “I’m so vain and it’s about me.”
So, all the good stuff is taken, and I just have to say, it’s about me Me ME. I have started scanning the whole mess, so I can send those which rightfully belong to others to them. But, this is about ME:
Here I am, with my brother. This brother was born thirteen months after I was, so we shared a lot in a few years until they shipped me off to school. There was a note on this photo which said, “The old truck Jim loved.” Jim was Dad, and the truck was a 1941 Dodge. If I remember correctly, the truck “came with” the building Dad bought for his business. All that happened after my grandmother, his mother, died in 1957, so that was sometime in 1958. There were big changes, we moved to Grandma’s house, and more. Anywhere, here are Granny, B1 and Dad, enjoying the truck.
Don’t cha love the glasses? Love em? I never did, and I still don’t. But my taste is slightly better now.
The truck was mainly used to haul garbage to the dump from the business. I drove it some when I was a teen, but that is another long story.
I’m off to a dusty old courthouse to try to find out when my Dad’s very German grandparents first arrived in Michigan. I’ve been trying to figure that out for a while, and I may make it soon.
End of Not so Wordless Wednesday.