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Early Brownie Shots
Remember those old square Kodak Brownie cameras from the thirties? No lenses to adjust, no flash or battery to worry about. Wait until it's light, point and click. These are some of my better efforts when I was nine or ten. Unfortunately, I'll never be a photographer, just take an occasional good snapshot.
My best friend in Wyoming, New York throughout grammar school, Kay Perry, holding my pet rabbit Jean.
Shirley Hermann, whose mother was a pillar of my Dad's church. Although several years older than I, she truly endeared me to her by letting me play carefully with her Dagwood & Blondie paper dolls.
Kay Perry, Charles Knight, Joyce and Jane Perry.
I was fond of Charles not because I had a special friendship with him but because he always stood up for my desire to play boys' games with the boys, and didn't get annoyed if I won. His was the only family in town to have bantam hens, and also had a fascinating tracheotomy scar from diphtheria as a baby, both great bonuses!
My baby brother, Nathan Williamson, with cousin David Hine, sitting on the running board of Uncle Bob's car on a visit to Grandpa Hine's farm near Newfield, New York. Beyond the car is the shed where maple sap was boiled into syrup.
Beulah & Bernice, the only twins in our school, at left, in Wyoming, NY.
School was almost a mile from town center, and if I dawdled and missed the bus, guess what! I got to walk, in mud, rain, snow.... and then serve detention for being late, and walking home again.
Obviously a Christmas party. Where? When? Who are these people? I think the one in front of the tree was Betty; with the medallion Bernice Epp, in Lincoln, Nebraska. Advice: label your photos. You think you'll never forget, but I guarantee, you will! And it will drive you nuts trying to recall.
Grandpa Hine's cows. Big one to the left was Mary, the nastiest cow known to man, and the reason I never learned to milk a cow. She once treed a vet student in that taller skinny tree in the background for most of an afternoon until Grandpa got home.I remember Grandpa used to brag about the time Lassie jumped in Uncle Bob's car and wouldn't get out until he took her to the vet in Ithaca, where it was discovered that she required emergency intestinal surgery. Uncle Bob says I'm dreaming, and that he doesn't remember the incident.