This was a radio series in the 1940’s. Each episode included an opening of the closet door and of course there was a great racket as the contents of the overstuffed closet tumbled out.
I thought of this this morning as I cleared a space in our apartment and put the contents into an already overstuffed storage cupboard.
This is the best blog so far! Thanks for the memory. Now I want to buy your book on fly fishing.
I have many memories from my childhood that all fit me like snug warm clothes in winter. One in particular is recalled often as it set a rhythm my whole life has followed.
In the early 1950’s, I was a very young fisherman who had a particularly proud father. He was a hard-working salesman and a fly fisherman. On Friday nights from May to October we would play out a ritual together that was repeated many, many times. I would obediently go to bed early at about 6 PM and would be awaken at 11:30 PM to begin a magic carpet ride to the Sierra Nevada Mountains and the Owens River that laid at their feet.
The road was long: Precisely it was 306 miles and six hours flat from our small home in San Fernando, California to our fishing destination, the Long Ears Ranch on the Owens River. The…
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Will I get the picture I want this time?
No, but isn’t this a cute postcard?
I am having problems with adding photographs to my Word Press blog posts. I have scanned quite a few new photographs but I can’t seem to add them to what I write in my blog.
I am trying to figure out hold to post images using a new system. Thank you WordPress – said sarcastically.
Katerina agrees with me – unannounced and/or unexplained changes in Word Press, for example, are hard to navigate. I am struggling with changes in WordPress. I’ll get there eventually.
I can’t remember what the puzzle was for the box in which Katerina was sitting. She didn’t care what my puzzles were so long as she got to sit in the box.
A postcard image
Catorze the fussy eater (photo and cat LeRoiSoleil)
Something about this postcard image make me think of a possible Andrew Wyeth Painting. If he were still alive I wonder if a painting would ensue.
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