A little over a year ago, I wrote a post telling y'all about how when I was a kid, I "remembered" things that happened before I was born. Included in the post was a scanned photo that my dad took -- one of many photos he took while the family lived in Alaska. The elder of my two brothers has begun digitizing the slides to save and share, which excites me greatly, as I haven't seen my "memories" in a long time.
Here's another photo of the Jesse Lee Home that Dad took while he was the Administrator (I'm not sure, but I would assume that's one of my sister's on the front stairs). Note the combination of open windows and snow on the ground -- these are not only my people, but my kind of people:Also visible in the photo is the vehicle my dad owned at the time, an International Travelall. This was probably the first one (of several -- in fact, we owned one pretty much from that time until they stopped making them in the early seventies). I loved the big solidness of them, and -- despite the lack of decent gas mileage -- wouldn't mind owning one now. And as a matter of fact, I saw one just a couple of days ago as Jen and I were driving around San Rafael in search of bulk sausage (which is another story for another time).
*that's a guess, but it's close.