I took a lot of VHS tapes from Aunt Jane & Uncle Lloyd’s basement last Christmas. I did a really good job of getting right on editing them too. I had about a dozen reasonably nice videos done by January 6th when school started up again. Then I completely forgot about them. I’ll start adding them to the Photo Friday mix.
I didn’t include all of the footage from these. My idea was to create some fairly short videos that include just the “high lights” of each event. There is a link below the video if you want to see the larger sized version.
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I asked my dad, Uncle Lloyd, if this wheelchair was from the smoke-house. He said, “Yes, but only for the last 50 years. That was the wheelchair that I used when I stepped on the rake. After that it was upstairs at grandma’s house. When I was older it was the closest thing that we had to a toy. We used to push each other around on it. The back tire was coming apart and someone, maybe Uncle Mahlon, wrapped the wheel in string then in tape.”
My great ambition was to be a barber! I was about ll or 12 years old. I took our hair clippers outside one summer day and caught a cat. I held it in one arm and tried cutting its hair. I continued until all the cats were trimmed to my liking. One day I took my little brother Lloyd out to the smoke house, sat him in the high chair, covered him with a dish cloth, and started cutting his hair. (Mother and Daddy were gone to town.) I did such a good job of cutting his hair (I thought) and was so proud of myself. Mother and Daddy must have thought so too, because they didn’t yell at me or pass out from shock. Every other day I cut more and more off his head until he had a nice haircut like the other boys had. Bless his heart –he had to endure a lot. From that time on, I cut his hair till I left home.