Saturday, June 10, 2006
Friday, June 09, 2006
Nov. 15, 1954
George Leo Reed Junior arrived and were we all excited! We all thought for days what he should be called instead of "George", and their good friend Mrs. Mannering came up with the name "Skipper" - it was perfect for our special little guy - he was just too little to be called George when he was a little boy. Even to this day he will always be "Skip" to me and my family.
We all really worked on spoiling him - we had waited along time for Jim to have a brother. He was probably the strongest willed child any of us had ever seen - but oh sooo smart. He could make us all giggle, but if he didn't want to do something- no one could make him do it.
He stole my heart way back then and he still has my heart - I truly love him as a brother. He is not only a great husband and a great father, but he is just an all around good guy and I am very, very proud of him. Actually, he only really has one fault - he is a Republican and I don't seem to be able to change his mind.
We all really worked on spoiling him - we had waited along time for Jim to have a brother. He was probably the strongest willed child any of us had ever seen - but oh sooo smart. He could make us all giggle, but if he didn't want to do something- no one could make him do it.
He stole my heart way back then and he still has my heart - I truly love him as a brother. He is not only a great husband and a great father, but he is just an all around good guy and I am very, very proud of him. Actually, he only really has one fault - he is a Republican and I don't seem to be able to change his mind.
Fish Tales!
It seems like on every other page in my albums someone is holding a fish. Maybe that's why flyfishing is my passion today.
Daddy would usually only get a short vacation in the summer, lucky if it ever was 2 weeks. We would usually head for White River and camp on Dad's friends property in a large, heavy army tent. Many times Jimmy would go with us - but Dad always had to sleep in front of the tent door because Jimmy was a sleepwalker.
There are three picture of the same big cat fish that Jimmy and I caught ( acutally, we ran it up on shore when we were playing in the water!). Daddy cut it into fish-steaks, put it on ice and we took it down to Grandma - oh how she loved to eat fried catfish!
This type of camping stopped once the damn was built - the water was then too cold to really have fun swimming and playing.
Daddy would usually only get a short vacation in the summer, lucky if it ever was 2 weeks. We would usually head for White River and camp on Dad's friends property in a large, heavy army tent. Many times Jimmy would go with us - but Dad always had to sleep in front of the tent door because Jimmy was a sleepwalker.
There are three picture of the same big cat fish that Jimmy and I caught ( acutally, we ran it up on shore when we were playing in the water!). Daddy cut it into fish-steaks, put it on ice and we took it down to Grandma - oh how she loved to eat fried catfish!
This type of camping stopped once the damn was built - the water was then too cold to really have fun swimming and playing.
New House - '49:
We were finally able to buy a house in 1949, just before I was to go into 3rd Grade. We had been living in a duplex since I was born and I had completed 2nd grade. Dad was awarded some money because of his major hand injury - many people tried to get him to invest in Indian Point at Branson, but Dad wanted us to have a home. He had been moved 15 times alone when he was in grade school and he was determined that that would never happen to me.
The two cars you see below were a '48 Buick Roadmaster, dark green and stick shift. The other car is a little yellow and black Crossley ( Dad drove it to work). He tried everything to teach Mom to drive the buick and even sent her to driving school where she passed with flying colors. Now it's hard to imagine my father making a person nervous driving(ha-ha), but he made Mom a wreck. The incident I remember most is when she ran through a red light( I was in the back seat, of course) and Dad ask her why in the h-- she just did that? Her response, " I thought you were going to tell me to do that!"
Well the next day he traided in the buick he loved, and bought an automatic, light blue chevy coupe with an automatic transmission and I don't think she ever drove again with him as a passenger!
The two cars you see below were a '48 Buick Roadmaster, dark green and stick shift. The other car is a little yellow and black Crossley ( Dad drove it to work). He tried everything to teach Mom to drive the buick and even sent her to driving school where she passed with flying colors. Now it's hard to imagine my father making a person nervous driving(ha-ha), but he made Mom a wreck. The incident I remember most is when she ran through a red light( I was in the back seat, of course) and Dad ask her why in the h-- she just did that? Her response, " I thought you were going to tell me to do that!"
Well the next day he traided in the buick he loved, and bought an automatic, light blue chevy coupe with an automatic transmission and I don't think she ever drove again with him as a passenger!
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