Grandpa & Grandma Hansen cook out pit.
Awwww the wonderful times we would have having weenie roast & cooking marshmallows over at this precious spot. I remember so many birthday parties being held there.
My oldest sister Sonja...the snowflake is because of the town she was born in is named Snowflake.
Below is my brother Malcolms block he was also born in Snowflake.
My Sister Nans square.
Sister Gayes square
My square above.
It is said that the old farmers would leave one tree growing in an open field so that if there were lightning it would go to the tallest thing, the tree, and not them. I don’t know how nay times this tree had been struck but it was a lot. Its trunk had been ‘hollowed’ out but lightning so you could go hide inside it…. Yet at the very top of the tree there was still fresh growth every year….Mom even shot a skunk out of this tree once. LOL
Ol' Paint
Someday I will write a book about this wonderful old horse. She was my nanny, best friend, escape from house work, freedom to roam and my protector.
You wouldn't think that a stinky outhouse would be on a kids list of favorite places. But this one was one of mine. WHY????? Because it meant that when I was outside playing in the good months I didn’t have to go into the house to go potty. You see, going in the house meant you were an open target for my mom to assign a new chore to.
Grandpa & Grandma Hansen House
There was refuge from the storms of life in this house. Sleeping at grandma’s house meant that I would get to hear her wind-up mantel clock as it ticked and then chimed throughout the night. I would make-up songs in my head to go to the rhythm of that clock. Grandpa sleeping in his favorite chair (playing asleep) and then right when we got up to him to see if he really was asleep he would snort at us, and make us jump in surprise. So many other wonderful memories to remember.
Every summer there was a fruit & vegetable peddler (from the Phoenix area) come and sit beneath a huge tree in town to sell his goods. My favorite was the watermelons. You will see in the close up that follows that I have written the names of OUR ‘Summer Visitors’ who would also come up from the Phoenix area in the summer time.
Every summer my parents made homemade ‘aged’ root beer and then when the cousins were to come we made homemade ice-cream to go with the root beer. On the wall behind this picture are all the aunts, uncles and cousins names written. The close up shows just a few
This block is for my Grandfather & Grandmother Davis.
They lived in the Gila Valley of AZ which has many, many cotton farms there and I used to love to ride down the road to their house and see all of the cotton rows run as we drove past. This is the car I remember Grandpa having most and the colored string of spots coming from the window is for the suckers that he brought to us every time he came for a visit. They were in a long line of cellophane wrappers and had a curved ‘stick’ on them so you could loop it over your finger. Funny the stuff we remember about our grandparents.Yes that is an old Water bag hanging off the front bumper of the car...how many people remember those?
Woodland reservoir was about a mile up the road from our house. One of my favorite places to go to and play. Because I was so young at the time I was not allowed to go without one of my sisters with me. OH the fun times we had. We also had a pond on our land, my grandparents Hansen had their reservoir near their place and there was another ‘lake’ (O’Mally’s Lake) across the road from our place. Oh, LOOK, my brother Malcolm and his favorite friend Richard are fishing today.
