Dustin and J.J. 'cooking' at Grandma's house.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Dustin and J.J.
All Dressed Up
A New Grandma
Kelly
With Grandma
Gram and Papa
Me and Sport
In Uniform
Graduation
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Bonnie
Bear Hunter
This is my dad with the skin of the bear he killed when we lived in Sandpoint, Idaho. For some reason it never bothered us when he hunted deer but the bear caused all of us to have nightmares especially my little sister, Janice.
Some people might say I am wrong to keep these photos, and put them on here but this was my dad and what he liked to do.
The Hunter
This is my dad with the antlers from the deer he killed while we lived in Sandpoint, Idaho. That is our house behind him, and our puppy, Bonnie with him. Actually I should be in the photo, too. Daddy when out one day and killed the deer but was only able to bring in the two hind quarters of the deer that evening before it got dark. He wanted me to go back with him the next to help get the rest of it as it would be a long walk. I was thrilled, and of course I got to skip school. A lot of the kids there could get out of school for hunting as many families depending on deer and elk meat for food, as we did. So off I went with him the next day and walked the two miles in to where the deer was. He cut the antlers off the head as it wasn't worth bringing out, but by law a hunter was required to have the antlers to prove it was a buck or male deer he had killed and not a female (doe). He decided he could only carry one of the front quarters and I would carry the antlers. It was a very long walk back to the truck with that set of antlers across my shoulders but I made it. To make matters worse there was a big snow storm coming in and it was getting colder and colder so we left the other part of the deer there. Dad always said it was the only time he ever left part of a kill in the woods. He said the antlers were mine as I carried them out, and they still hang in my bedroom today. I don't mind antlers (deer lose them every winter anyway) but I sure don't want deer heads in my house.
9th Birthday
Dress Up Party
Boulder Damn
Bobby Barnett
Grandma Barnett always said we had a distant cousin that was a singer who had the same name as my dad, Robert Barnett, but who when by Bobby Barnett for his singing career. I never met him and I don't think my dad did, but here is the only photo I have of him. I had it in a scrapbook I kept as a kid. The picture was in something that came out telling about him when we lived in Tampa, Florida. I think he must have preformed at a club that was on base or near the base.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Gila Wilderness
Photo of Lee sitting on an ancher chain that had come off a Navy ship many years before. It was around a huge, old, grape vine growing near the Gila River on our first trip to Silver City in 1971 when we took a day trip to see the Gila River in the Gila Wildernes. About a year later the river flooded after spring rains and the grape vine and chain were swept down the river. I don't know if the chain was ever found.
Labels:
Gila River,
grape vine,
navy ancher chain,
Silver City
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