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| The Dobson Family Home in 1950 |
It’s
so much easier to walk the dogs on the weekends when traffic is lighter. But
this dog-sitting has its challenges. One of the dog igloos takes on water when
it rains, so I have to dry the rugs. You’d think I could be a bit proactive and
take them out before it rains, but no-o-o – not me. Didn’t even think of it.
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| The old cabin as it appeared in 1950 |
And
on this evening’s constitutional, a little pick-up passed us with a black dog
in the bed, and Bess took off after that pick-up like a shot out of a gun. The
driver went faster, probably in an attempt to deter Bess, but she just ran all
the faster. All I could do was holler for her. And I do mean holler. I no
longer have the voice for yelling. Nor do I run. But when Bess came back, she
was rather contrite. She knew she was wrong.
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| Grandma Ina and her daughter Myrtle in 1950. Note the garden. |
Today
I resumed scanning family photo slides to my laptop, a project left waiting four
years ago. You know how it is when you leave a project unfinished in the
middle. It’s just difficult to get back into it. Scanning slides demands time
and space, and so I decided to tackle it while Mike is away. Unfortunately this
first day did not go smoothly. A problem developed and I thought perhaps the
software was incompatible with Windows 10. It took two hours for me to figure
out that my laptop was operating off the battery, which meant there was no power
leftover for the scanner. Once I could resume scanning, I added images taken by my dad's brother, Earle Dobson. I'm sharing a few here.
Mike
called about 9:00 and we had a long visit. It had been a long day mostly
because of slow traffic. But crossing the Golden Gate Bridge had gone well and
so did his navigation of the city. The GPS continues to work well and any
problems were easily resolved.
3 comments:
Those pictures are really neat. I don't recall photos of Ina looking so slight. The garden and fields are beautiful!
I also remember her as being rather short and stocky. The face is as I remember her. Time changes how we remember people, places, and things, doesn't it.
Yes, memory isn't exactly true to reality. And pictures aren't always true either. Grandma had been heavier and was watching her diet in the '30s. Well, you remember her better than I, Chuck.
Did you notice on the right of the picture that the lane is newly excavated?
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