Buggy crossing

Hot day in July

under ominous clouds.

The Amish trot down our road.

The Amish trot down their road now!

I like sharing the road with the

slower paced, old world folks

and always hope to take a photo that will

remind me of good days in the country.

Distant Memories . . .

Distant Memories . . . sometimes in this entry distant memory means a "photo from a distance" . . . other times it means a memory from a distance.  I love looking through all the old photos of us at Too.  I can't believe we have been going and enjoying for so long.  Enjoy along with me -- enjoy this visit to Too! 

oh hey.  Not fair!  this is from a trip to Kansas City, I think, back in the mid 1950s.  I would have been too young to stand up on that wall.  I would have fallen off backwards.  Just ask Granny!  But I do have a few scattered memories of this family trip to the Kansas City zoo. 

Good times. 

You've heard this before,

I bet.  Just a reminder to keep the negative out . . . and let the sun shine in. 


One day an old Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson. He said, “There are two wolves fighting inside all of us – the wolf of fear and hate, and the wolf of love and peace.”


The grandson listened, then looked up at his grandfather and asked, “Which one will win?”

The grandfather replied, “The one we feed.”

All wet

Gary and Alice gave us this pump.  I love it!  It is just right.  Himself spruced it up with a good coat of paint.