I was probably 5 yrs. old in this picture, and it was taken out front of the old house on Hwy. 66. It all seems so distant to me, since Mom is now gone and I am 69. Memories take on a new meaning as I look at the old pictures. I realize that someday, my children will be doing the same. I hope they have some good memories of me. That would mean I did something right.
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