A few more photos from up on the hill

Went up to Don's yesterday with Woody and Sophie. It was a beautiful day for walking dogs and having a couple of Saranacs. Large photo is looking down to Lester's Flat, but all you can see through the trees is the horse farm across the street, Charlie's brown barn at the end of our driveway, and our little blue garage further back off the road. Second photo is Canadarago Lake. Third is Woody, thirsty for a pale ale. All three were taken from my seat on the bench up on the hill with Don.

Nice day on the hill with Don and the dogs

About once a week when the weather is nice, I take the dogs up on the hill to Don's house. His real name is DOTH, for Don on the Hill, and I am KPDB, for KP Down Below.

Most of the time, I take Sophie for a walk on the leash, while the WoodMan runs free. Sometimes he comes back, sometimes he does not. Don and I sit and enjoy the lake view with the tired Old Sophie Girl, we have a beer (or 2) and then I either take both dogs back home, or I take Sophie and he calls me when the WoodMan comes back.

Today, for reasons unknown, Woody stayed around the whole time. I call this serious progress. It must be all that rigorous training...

Happy 100th Birthday Lester Flatt!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22UKBv4b4zo

For those of you who have not been paying attention, Lester's Flat was named after our dog Lester, who was named for Lester Flatt. The real Lester Flatt would be 100 years old today! Happy Birthday!

As for the latest goings on at the Flat: on Sunday night we traded Saanen Tony for another young goat, an Oberhasli. The Husband wants a young buck who is unrelated to our "herd" so that we can use him for future breeding. We both wanted a goat with color, and the brown and black little Obie was a good choice, although a week younger and much smaller than the strapping young man we traded away...on Father's Day no less! Our first born son...

Only problem is that the Obie, who we named Bart, had a case of the runs that didn't improve after 3 days on Pepto, so I took him back to his first owner to see if she could make him healthy again. Better that she take care of him than to have something go terribly wrong after he is all ours!

The Husband says they have already "bonded" so we must get him back. And we will, I am sure.

Scanning old photos...

Because I wanted to scan the 2 photos of Rita that are in my earlier post, and because there was extra space on the scanning bed, I got this one of me with the family at the 1964 World's Fair. It is proof that I was actually too skinny in my younger days...

The Husband says it looks like an album cover.

Does anyone know which of the buildings that is in the background? I'll do a bit of searching online and see what I can come up with. I went there I think twice with my parents, and once with my Grandmother. Fond memories from my childhood. Even more distinctly than I remember the "It's a Small World After All" song (from the Pepsi exhibit?) I remember a lot of the other exhibits about what life would be like in the oh-so-distant future. I also remember getting samples of the wild new soda, Fresca!

And, we had our photo taken by the local NJ newspaper, The Burlington County Times, while we were waiting in line for the Monorail. I'll have to look that up, I think Mom saved that somewhere.

Rest in Peace, Río Rita

Tim's Mom, Rita, passed away on June 5.

http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/courierpostonline/obituary.aspx?pid=171253629

If you scroll below to my earlier posts, you will see that we got to spend almost a week with Río Rita, just a few short weeks ago. Thank you, Rita, for the good times we had.

While Tim was back in NJ, he picked up some old photos. The one of his Mom and Dad fishing we already had, but the larger one, of my mother-in-law and her mother-in-law Eirene is new to us. It was taken in 1965 in Willingboro, where both Tim and I grew up. I love how they are both looking right through the camera.