Edith barging in to say that Teresa Kander won the ARC of Farmed and Dangerous by commenting yesterday. Congratulations, Teresa!
By Sherry Harris where one day of spring-like weather disappeared faster than an ice cube in the Sahara
I was looking for a scrapbook I made when I was in third grade that was full of vintage valentines. I didn’t find the scrapbook but I did come across a bag of photos and postcards that were from my grandparent’s farm in Novinger, Missouri. I’m guessing keeping old photos in a plastic bag isn’t the smartest way to keep things. The chair in the background also came from my grandparents farm.
This seems to be some kind of attendance record. Each airplane represents a day my dad attended Sunday School. There’s a whole stack of them — a fall one with squirrels, a Christmas one with candles, one with cows, but I liked this one with the airplanes.
I found this picture of my grandfather in World War One. As I recall he was in New York City ready to board a ship for Europe but for some reason was pulled out and spent the war in NYC. I think it’s where these postcards came from. I love the colors.My dad served in World War Two. I think the first one was taken in Iowa City.This one is in the Philippines. He spent the war at headquarters instead of in combat because he knew how to type and could run the teletype machine. But he told us a story of how he and his buddy hadn’t finished digging their foxhole and the Japanese attacked. The pictures below are self explanatory.
And a picture of me from college that was in the newspaper my grandparents subscribed to. Can you tell which one is me?