We have a small Amish settlement a few miles from town. It's not unusual to see a horse and buggy going around town. They especially like going to yard sales. On weekends when the sales are going on you'll likely see three of four of them in town. But I digress. My blog is about one particular buggy. One afternoon while I was at work a pickup truck pulling a trailer with an Amish buggy on it pulled into the lot. The driver came in and asked me where I wanted him to put the buggy. Knowing nothin

I've just returned from a six day trip to Alabama! My daughter and her husband moved down there as he has a new job there. I rode down in the moving van, (front seat, not in the back!), and Sue rode down in the car following the truck. There was no computer at that time, so consequently I missed posting and reading posts. I checked my mail this evening and had 233 items listed in my box. Looks like a few hours needed to get them all read. But I intend to do just that! Just a heads up to let you

Brownie was a nice pet. A Chow, he was a nice gentle dog. His only fault? He loved to bark. I don't care if it was only a bug, or a horse and buggy going past the house he would bark, and bark, and bark! Back then our yard was fenced in. At that time my grandmother lived with us. One of her sons, my uncle Wade, lived in Chicago. He wasn't much of a dog lover and would always wait till one of us would come to the gate, shoo Brownie back, and let him in. Two or three times a year, he would ride

I was working at my computer a couple of weeks ago when there was a knock on the door. Sue was sitting in the living room, but before she could get up the door swung open. Janet (her sister) and our nest door neighbor stuck her head in the door and yelled, "Byron, grab your camera and get out here!" "What? Why?" "Just grab your camera, get your rear in gear, and get out here." "Okay, okay. JEESH! I grabbed my camera, got my rear in gear, and went to the door. The picture shows what she was so e

My wife and I attended a 50th. wedding anniversary party a couple of weeks ago. I took my trusty Kodak with me. I shot several pictures before my batteries (which had been used for several shots before) died. I replaced the batteries but the camera wouldn't work. I took the batteries out and replaced with some other new ones I had. The camera still refused to work. I told my wife that it looked like buying another camera was in the offing. "You're not buying another camera. Let me see the darne