When we first moved in the little row of houses looked
|They say "close only counts|
in horseshoes," and Whitie
was always adept at that game.
|The house on Kelley Drive as it looked in the early sixties, when we first|
|Thirty years later it was a different place, with a character of its own.|
|We played war with an eclectic collection of toy weaponry.|
A section of the sewage disposal plant. In the backgound, a glimpse of
the old forgotten cemetery and the tangled woods beyond that fed
our Huck Finn fantasies. (Photo: Branden Furgeson/Multimedia)
This was the sort of raft we had in mind when we set out to build one,
but the one we 'crafted' out of scavenged timber was a scary ride with
our feet always in a couple of inches of water. Still, it floated!
After the spring floods there was never any shortage of timber to
scavenge along the Auglaize. (Delphos Herald Photo)
Swift-racing waters of the Auglaize during the thaw.
(Photo courtesy of Linda Knerr)
|Photo courtesy of Linda Knerr|
'Doc' always fished from the bridge, or in the dry season,
from the dam.