|Christmas, 1920. Sand box & bushes on south side of new hen house (left).|
During the winter, Mike and I try to take care of pending matters. One of those was our need for a new printer/scanner/copier. Our old Dell printer, purchased 10 years ago, was broken and wouldn’t print. I could still scan with it but it was useless as a copier. So, yesterday we bought an HP 5470 wireless printer. Naturally, it’s also a scanner/copier, which I need for “my work.”
|Old "sarvice" bush & water cart|
|Road in Fir Gulch, December 1922|
At first I was pretty frustrated trying to set it up the printer, but something happened (I don’t know what) and suddenly we were connected and in business. Today, from the comfort of the love seat in the living room, I pressed print, and in Mike’s office the printer obeyed my command. Then I scanned the photos you see on this post to a thumb drive and transferred immediately to my laptop. The possibilities seem endless.
|They made cards out of this picture.|
Well, to continue my blog prompt – I seek to discover my dad’s family however I can because I want to know about their experience on the family farm. What did it mean to them to have their own place? Were they happy there? Did they rush to the window when the stubble field reflected the red of the setting sun? Did they think the trees were beautiful when their branches were heavy with snow? These are things I wish I had asked my dad – or his siblings – but they were gone before I had a chance to formulate my questions.
|See the cows? See the man? (December 1922)|
We’re lucky to have correspondence and pictures. Often the pictures reveal the answers. Hallie remarked on a previous post that the trees are beautiful when it snows. Did Grandma Ina think they were beautiful, I wondered. So I went to my photo box and pulled out as many snowy tree pictures as I could find.
Sometimes a picture yields a big surprise when I see the enlarged scan, the photo above being an example. I hadn't noticed the cow -- or the man standing there until I saw the scan on my computer screen. Though I can't say for sure, I suppose the man is my grandfather, Jack Dobson.