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My early postings were intended to be in sequence, starting with “Why This Blog” posted on December 3, 2011. After reading this profile, you might want to start your reading with those early entries. I am a 93 year old husband, dad, grandpa and great grandpa. I've seen a lot of changes in the world. When I was young, vegetables were still delivered by horse and wagon. As a radio operator during World War II, I communicated via morse code. Now I use my voice-activated cell phone to stay in touch. My career as a university professor of computer science spanned the time when a single computer took up several rooms of in a computer center and was less powerful than today's $2 calculators to the present time where computers are an ever-present part of our daily life. I am now legally blind, but even there technology has come to the rescue. My computer monitor is a big flat screen T.V. with large print magnification. I type by touch with very limited ability to see and edit what I write, so either someone else will have to edit my writing or you will have to endure all the typos. I look forward to sharing my thoughts, perspectives, and memories on life.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

EARLY MEMORIES


The earliest memory I have we have dated slightly before I was two years old. At that time I remember my father putting me on the back of a horse in our backyard and marching me over to the porch and calling to mother to come out and see her big boy riding a horse. The reason I know it was before two is they got rid of the horses in our yard about the time I turned two.

Those early years were shortly after World War I, so that was still vivid in people’s memories.  We lived on 7th east.  Across the street was a row of houses, but most of the block was still empty. This block was the next block south of Trolley Square.  We called it the “car barns”. Us boys used to play in the fields across the street and imagined they were trenches in the war.  We would shoot BB guns. It was fortunate that none of us had an eye put out.

Another early memory deals with our neighbor several houses up the street from us. He gave me a job of harnessing his horse to his vegetable wagon and working on it. The horse would pull us up to town to the farmer’s market where he would load his wagon with fresh fruits and vegetables.  On the way we would stop and water the horse at a watering trough which later became a little park and drinking fountain at about sixth south.  We would spend the day on a route selling fruits and vegetables at people’s homes.

Later, I had a job helping on a milk truck delivering milk to homes. This was very difficult for me during the winter because I couldn’t use gloves or the bottles would slip and my bare hands would get freezing holding the bottles of milk.  My pay for that work was 25 cents a day plus a quart of milk to drink for my lunch.

Another job at Christmas time was sponsored by some of my uncles who provided many Christmas trees for me to sell. At the end of the season our backyard still had stacks of trees that had not yet been sold. Many other childhood memories are involved during the three years we lived in Basel, Switzerland, but that should be the subject of some other blog.

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