Alrighty kids, have a seat and I'll tell you a strange and bizarre, yet true story.....
The house where I grew up, in Montville, Ohio has long since fallen into the ground and turned into a giant pile of rubble- long story, won't go into the particulars here since they don't matter anyway.
I stopped in there a dozen times this past year on rides and sat under the 100 year old willow that still grows there. (The willow got so big right after my parents bought the house in 1960 it caused the dug well to go dry and a new modern well had to be punched in.)
I always wanted to "go through" the old rubble just to see what I could find.
Here's a little of what I found.
A couple of handfulls of old photos from my child hood.
Even more interesting- a portrait of me standing in a field with a red and white sweater, shorts, a red beret, and an old old wood golf club.
I was two years old when the photo was originally taken, and my uncle had it blown up, and then won some show or art thing with it...it became family legend. "Joe's picture."
Here's where it get's really, truly hard to believe strange.
I dug into the rubble deeper and found a dresser that was crushed and rotted for the most part. I pulled the only handle on it and the face came off the drawer....inside the drawer was a yellow coat I believe was my little sisters, and THE RED AND WHITE SWEATER I HAD ON IN THE "JOE'S PICTURE" PORTRAIT! Yes, for real.
So now I have the original portrait from 1963, the sweater I had on in the portrait, and this other photo I took when I was 11 years old-
The house where I grew up, in Montville, Ohio has long since fallen into the ground and turned into a giant pile of rubble- long story, won't go into the particulars here since they don't matter anyway.
I stopped in there a dozen times this past year on rides and sat under the 100 year old willow that still grows there. (The willow got so big right after my parents bought the house in 1960 it caused the dug well to go dry and a new modern well had to be punched in.)
I always wanted to "go through" the old rubble just to see what I could find.
Here's a little of what I found.
A couple of handfulls of old photos from my child hood.
Even more interesting- a portrait of me standing in a field with a red and white sweater, shorts, a red beret, and an old old wood golf club.
I was two years old when the photo was originally taken, and my uncle had it blown up, and then won some show or art thing with it...it became family legend. "Joe's picture."
Here's where it get's really, truly hard to believe strange.
I dug into the rubble deeper and found a dresser that was crushed and rotted for the most part. I pulled the only handle on it and the face came off the drawer....inside the drawer was a yellow coat I believe was my little sisters, and THE RED AND WHITE SWEATER I HAD ON IN THE "JOE'S PICTURE" PORTRAIT! Yes, for real.
So now I have the original portrait from 1963, the sweater I had on in the portrait, and this other photo I took when I was 11 years old-
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) Build A 3/4 Hp Bs Motor Bike When I Was 11, 58 Yrs Ago. I THINK GUYS LIKE MOTORS, SO THEY CAN CHASE GIRLS !!!???
