Not all hunts are successful — especially if one does not focus  — yesterday and today it seems I did not focus on my hunting  —-  but here is the result of one find I did capture on film — oops, I should say captured on digits  — you know what they are — you see them every day do you not ???? — Hey, what is a digit anyway?

the hunt
So in frustration I am going to display here a photo sent to me — At one time this was my dog — but when it is a good dog napping with a cat friend, my daughter and two children say “Here is a photo of our good dog, Grandpa”  They know I love to read and sleep in the afternoon too, so the photo fits my idea of a great afternoon nap!Love company

Now for my Grandpa in 1900 — First, I want to tell you that I dicovered the diary is written by both my Grandma and my Grandpa — I think she is writing about ironing the shirt, the cuff and the collar — I wondered if Grandpa would be doing the ironing?   I would never do stuff like that — not true — I really do — Ha  Ha …….  Please do not think poorly of me for that  — You see, this is post women’s lib.

Now, at this time in his life Grandpa was a school teacher, so that may help put some of his writing into perspective.

Grandma writes ” Forenoon baked 8 gingersnaps. Made aprons in afternoon. Samual Custer was buried. “

Grandpa writes “Jan 2nd 1900.  Weather very cold so dismissed school in forenoon. Finished third month of school. Ellen (Grandma) visited school in afternoon.  Made report out of third month of school.”

Again Grandma took over writing:  “Got up at half past six to find the fire out.  Washed and ironed in forenoon. Visited school in afternoon. Went to bed at half-past nine.  Nothing on TV worth watching” — NA — you know I added that last thought about the TV!

So far it sounds as if the report writing is a family affair  — I think the school was a one room school with one teacher (Grandpa) and less then 20 students   — and within walking distance of the home — we will find out more later on —

Some day I hope to find  in their writings my mental image of the good old days:   Bright sunny morning, two men walking to work on a clean sidewalk, a boy riding a bike throwing newspapers onto the porches, a barbershop with men discussing whatever,  women working over a kitchen project of apple sauce making. a cat hissing at a dog around the end of a picket fence, etc…..  You know — Mayberry RFD  before any automobiles!

Perla says "I am ready for the old days -- lets get rid of all motorized vehicles -- AND LETS RIDE! -- ARE YOU READY?

Perla says “I am ready for the good  old days — lets get rid of all motorized vehicles — AND LETS RIDE! — ARE YOU READY?