the way grama does

This little guy is the grandson of good friends of ours.....grampa sent me a few pictures taken on one of their weekly outings to our surrounding countryside ......

I thought this one was very special and I would like to share it with whoever happens to tune into this blog of mine...it is not staged or photo shopped like most of my pictures....

He is taking in the surroundings the way grama does it because that obviously is the way to really learn stuff.....

this ol house

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We lived in this house .... in 1943-44-45 .......I don't think there has been anything done to since then....anyway, I reconstructed it to what I think it may have looked like when my family lived in it so long ago......it is all cedar shingles and as you can see kinda yellow.......I can remember standing behind that picket fence and discussing the exciting end of the war with my neghbourhood friend, Gary Hogg........We were 7 tears old. There really was a pretty Lillac tree in front. When Mr. Weeden( a local realtor) came to collect the monthly rent, mom would have 13 dollars cash ready for him....I thought that was pretty reasonable....I suggested that to mum and she said that it was plenty. Dad mechaniced in a Plymouth dealership up the block....Johnson Palmer Motors.....the post office is there now.....I think about him coming home for lunch at noon and always a lie down for 15 minutes before heading back to work....there was a whistle blown at 12 noon ...the source was Valley Laundy at Mary st. and Wellington ave. ... Dad often kept a few chickens in a pen right behind the garage...not many regulations then....the house is right behind the post office on Fletcher st.....The garage was used to store sawdust...the fuel of preference in those days......I thought I would find a picture of a sawdust burner, to give an idea to the youngsters what that is about....hey, I could not find one anywhere....I reckon they were only popular in our area...sooo I have illustrated the thing.......a hopper is fastened to the side of the stove ....then sawdust gravity feeds into the burn box...yup it was a chore to fill the sawdust pails and keep a couple handy.....dad would lift em and pour it into the hopper ..it's a cool way to use all that sawdust that was produced by local mills.....people used them until 1957 when the natural gas pipeline came through to the south....

busy model A picture

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rusty bucket I found in the woods

Here is a rusty bucket I found in the woods while driving around on the Internet...so I took a box of digital tools and paint and spruced the old can up a little....it took a lot of cyber bondo and a pail of surfing blue but it looks not too bad now....amazing what can be done with these dang computers.....yup


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I have no idea what the make of the car is...umm I think its English...but I put the steering wheel on the left anyway...just in case someone wants to drive it in Canada.....

whats that noise?

This big ol dandy is a 47 caddilac....I had it for about a year in 1957-8.....It was fun but just cost to much to drive it......some kids just don't learn....I had it for a few months before I discovered where the heater was....I did not think it had one but in the Fall I discovered a button I had not pressed yet.....low and behold two of em under the seats with great big fans ...what was that humming all about?....oh ...that's where the heater is.....duh......in 1958 I traded it on a 50 plymouth....

for a while

I found a red 47 chev and photo shop painted it to resemble a green one that I owned
in late 1956......I replaced the 47 plymouth that was stolen ( a few blogs back) and drove it for a few months before selling it to have some funds to travel to New Zealand with....I bought it and sold it for 500 dollars