Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Chapter 36: Paul and Larry at Whitefish Lake

Vacation time, 1955.  Larry and I are enjoying the stunningly blue water of Whitefish Lake. And I seem to enjoy plopping handfuls of cool sand on my left thigh.


Not sure if this second photo was taken on the same day, but somewhere along the line I snagged myself a cool walking stick.  Something or someone on the lake has caught Larry's attention.


Beautiful backdrop.  But all I care about is my stick.  (Wish I started this project a few years ago.  I could have mined some of Mom's memories from our years in Montana.  Now I need to develop a direct, two-way line to heaven.)


Speaking of....

Where's Mom? And Barb? Dad's obviously the photographer here.

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