No one knew we were coming.

Another from the first ten years. It probably was Summer 1952. Now there was one or maybe two summers our ‘Old Maid’ redhead Aunt Elsie drove we kids and our mom up to Portland, Oregon to my mom’s and Aunt’s Brothers’s house. Maybe he was also we kids uncle. Are you following me? But anyway,Continue reading “No one knew we were coming.”

Is it Junior High or Middle School?

Junior high or middle school as they call it now was just a fog for me. I seemed to sleep through the seventh, eighth, and ninth grade. I’d rather had swept the city streets with a Wisk broom back then. However, the redeeming thing about junior high was the various shop classes. Wood shop, metalContinue reading “Is it Junior High or Middle School?”