Old Photos.

Middle of August here in Clarinda, IA  -- Temp shows 85 out, but does not feel that warm.  Don't know what the humidity is, but not high.

 I found some old photos and newspapers here in the basement of our place (wet and had to dry them out -- some discoloring and blotching took place).

At left is my mother Pearl Johnson in 1915 (she was born in June of 1907) with her brother Walter Johnson

This is taken in 1946 at my mom's sister's house in Callaway, Nebraska.  Mom and Dad in the back, with little brother Darrell on the left, me, brother Donald and brother Roger.

Photo at left was taken in 1951 at Mom's sister Jeanette's place in Lincoln, Nebraska.
Back row:  Roger, Mom, Dad, Donald.
Front: Darrell, Louise, and myself - Lynn.

 The only formal portrait I remember having been made of my family.

 Portrait taken in 1951 - Back: Donald, Roger, Lynn; Front: Pearl, Darrell, Kermit and Louise Miles

Picture at right was taken from an airplane sometime in the 1950's of the farmhouse and buildings in Custer County, Nebraska -- between Callaway and Oconto -- where I grew up.  Dad moved both the barn and house about 7 miles from the ranch to this location near a road in 1947 to bare ground -- all was built by himself and landlord Jim Cornish.

This is my dad, Kermit Miles, with his team Nip and Tuck, with a date of 1936 shown on the back.

My Mom - Perl Johnson - when she was 18 years old.

My mother, Pearl Miles (who passed away in 1986) had written on back of this photo: "This is the house where I was born & lived til 1928 - 1 and a 1/4 miles east of Lodi, NE"  Orpha & Delephine, Marcus & Alma, Pearl, Mother, Emma.  I would guess mother is somewhere around 7 to 8 years old in this photo.

 Dad and his best friend Ode Gourley in 1933.
The Gourley's stood with my folks at the
courthouse when they were married in June of 1934 in Kearney, NE.

Written on the back of this photo:  Kermit Miles on Rumley Tactor pulling old Titan Tractor.  Both being traded in on new Appleton Corn Shredder - around 1930 -- Chad Miles on Titan

Written on back of this photo:
Kermit Miles & 10 little pigs and mother sow.  June 7, 1936

Delphene, Pearl, Palmer, Emma, Jeneatte, and Walter --All brothers and sisters --  Unknown date taken -

Shredding Fodder at Home Place North East of Huron, SD - about 1931 or 1932.  Allis Chalmers tractor & Appleton Shredder

Cattle & Barn on Miles Home Place North East of Huron, SD - 1930 was written on back of this photo.

This wrinkled and rumpled newspaper front page story of Phyllis' folks house being moved from the farm to town about 8.5 miles down Highway 71 to Braddyville in May of 1988.

This photo was taken from an airplane sometime in the mid 1970's for the place 4 miles west of Clarinda, Iowa where we lived from 1971 to 2010.  This is looking east, toward Clarinda, with Iowa State Highway 2 the road on the right.  We had just about 12 acres, all the farm buildings taken off a 160 acre farm.

This is Lynn & Phyllis Miles, taken in Lincoln, Nebraska at my brother Don's place in 1964.  At that time we were living in Omaha, Nebraska.

And, here is Phyllis with her little sister Beth, probably taken in 1947.

This was taken in 1953 at Lower Lodi Grade School.  I am the glasses behind the girl in the front center

Photo at right:  From left, Phyllis' mom Pauline, Pauline's mom & dad Lester and Etta Runyon, and Phyllis with our son Cameron.  Four generations.  Picture probably taken in 1965.

Lynn Miles at age 

Lynn & Phyllis shortly after we met - fall of 1962

At our mobile home in Omaha, NE shortly after Cameron was born.

At our wedding in Shambaugh, Iowa March 10, 1963.






Many more pictures at CLICK HERE
Well, bored everyone enough.
Till next time, Lynn

Rain in August!

Clarinda, IA - 76º with forecast of 81º for high today.  Was really muggy and hot yesterday - in the 90's and humidity close to 65%

This was taken about 3 pm yesterday as we left

to walk across the street to the hospital to one of their "Market Days" to get some tomatoes, apples, Zucchini, etc.  Pretty muggy at the time.

About 9:30 pm it started to rain and rained all night.


I dumped 2.75" from the rain gauge.  Official "sky-watcher report" for Clarinda listed 2.9", though a friend posted photo of his rain gauge on Facebook with 4.5" about 3/4 mile north of us.

 Finally -- picked the 3rd and 4th red tomatoes from my back-yard patch.  Lots of green ones starting to turn yellow.

Got this 2 lbs from the market at the hospital yesterday for $4  -- hoping my tomato plants hurry up in ripening.

Cashed in a few cans and bottles yesterday.  Iowa has a 5 cent deposit so got a few bucks for the wait at the busy redemption center.  They are only open two part-days a week, so has a line almost always when they are open.

This 5" hole in concrete street near our mailbox is in "new" street-6years.

With rain last night flowers & tomatoes look good.

Wondering if I should put mortar on these bricks.

My Mom's chair that we brought back from Granddaughter Ashley's so I could glue the loose joints on it.

Some stories

This was copied from the Callaway (Nebraska) Courier:
 The confession

“Hi Fred, this is Alan next door. I have a confession to make. I’ve been feeling guilty these past few months and have been trying to pluck up the courage to tell you, but at least I’m telling you now in a text message as I feel bad about you not knowing. “The truth is I have been sharing your wife a lot lately.  In fact, probably more than you. I haven’t been able to get it at home recently, but that’s no excuse, I know. The temptation was too much. I feel so guilty and I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies.It won't happen again. Please suggest a usage fee and I’ll pay you.”

Fred, feeling betrayed and insulted, grabbed his gun (He is an American!) rushed next door and shot his neighbor dead. He returned home, poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa to reflect. Then he took out his phone and saw he had a second message from his neighbor:

“Hi Fred, Alan here again. Sorry about the typo on my last text. I guess you figured it out anyway — the darned Auto-Correct changed ‘Wi-Fi’ to ‘wife’. Technology, hey? “Regards, Alan”

* * *

Little Johnny

A teacher asked her sixth grade class how many of them were Hillary Clinton fans. Not really knowing what a Hillary Clinton fan is, but wanting to be liked by the teacher, all the kids raised their hands except for Little Johnny…

The teacher asked Little Johnny why he has decided to be different… Again.

Little Johnny said, “Because I’m not a Hillary Clinton fan.”

The teacher asked, “Why aren’t you a fan of Hillary Clinton?”

Johnny said, “Because I’m a Republican.”

The teacher asked him why he’s a Republican.

Little Johnny answered, “Well, my Mom’s a Republican and my Dad’s a Republican, so I’m a Republican.”

Annoyed by this answer, the teacher asked, “If your mom was a moron and your dad was an idiot, what would that make you?”

Little Johnny replied, “That would make me a Hillary Clinton fan.”

* * *

Wet paint

My wife, Julie, had been after me for several weeks to paint the seat on our toilet. Finally, I got around to doing it while Julie was out. After finishing, I left to take care of another matter before she returned.

She came in and undressed to take a shower. Before getting in the shower, she sat on the toilet. As she tried to stand up, she realized that the not-quite-dry epoxy paint had glued her to the toilet seat. About that time, I got home and realized her predicament. We both pushed and pulled without any success

whatsoever. Finally, in desperation, I undid the toilet seat bolts. Julie wrapped a sheet around herself and I drove her to the hospital emergency room.

The ER Doctor got her into a position where he could study how to free her (Try to get a mental picture of this).  Julie tried to lighten the embarrassment of it all by saying, “Well, Doctor, I’ll bet you’ve never seen anything like this before.”

The Doctor replied, “Actually, I’ve seen lots of them. I just never saw one mounted and framed.”

* * *

Sayings

There are two sides to every divorce: Yours and dip’s.  The closest I ever got to a 4.0 in college was my blood alcohol content.  I live in my own little world, but it’s okay. Everyone knows me here.  I saw a very large woman  wearing a sweatshirt with  “Guess” on it. I said, “Left  Tackle?”

I’m old, and I don’t do drugs. I find I get the same effect just by standing up really fast.  I don’t like political jokes. I’ve seen too many get elected.  The most precious thing we have is life, yet it has absolutely no trade-in value. 
  If life deals you lemons, make lemonade. If life deals you tomatoes, make Bloody Marys.

 My Best Shopping tip: You can get shoes for a buck at bowling alleys.

 Every day I beat my previous record of consecutive days I’ve stayed alive.

No one ever says, “It’s only a game!” when their team’s winning.

Ever notice that people who spend money on beer, cigarettes and lottery tickets are always complaining about being broke and not feeling well?

Isn’t having a smoking section in a restaurant like having a peeing section in a swimming pool?

Marriage changes passion suddenly you’re in bed with a relative.

Why is it that most nudists are people you don’t want to see naked?

Snowmen fall from Heaven unassembled.

Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can’t even get into my own pants.

I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose fitting clothing, I wouldn’t need the freakin’ class!

Don’t argue with an idiot; people watching may not be able to tell the difference.

Wouldn’t you know it!  Brain cells come and brain cells go, but FAT cells live forever.

In Clarinda -- weather excellent

Thought For The Day – I’m great at multitasking; I can waste time, be unproductive, and procrastinate all at once.

Clarinda, Ia - Temp - 88 degrees with humidity at 65%  Click on any photo to enlarge.

Got home from our 10 days in the Travel Trailer Sunday about 3 pm.  Found some sorta-red tomatoes on my plants!

Jessica asleep in grandma's crib.

 After we left the Kenwood RV gathering in State Center on Friday, we drove to Marengo, IA and set up our trailer in driveway of our son's place.

Granddaughter Ashley and 7+week old Granddaughter Jessica were there and we spent
time with them (and Grandma Patty) until went to eat Chinese supper at Williamsburg Friday night.

 In her car seat on way back home.

Saturday morning, while I caught up on the Internet stuff, Cam mowed the lawn.

Then we drove to What Cheer, IA to there 3-times a year Flea Market.





Lots of stuff set up.  We walked from about 11 am until close to 3 pm and did not see all the booths.

 All above photos taken as we walked around the Flea Market.

For a buck I bought this old 5-record LP Album of Christmas Through the Years published in 1984.

It's 90 degrees out, with humidity still at 60%, so I am taking the time, in the basement, to put the album from the records onto the computer and then will put them on a CD so can play in the Pickup.

 Using the old desktop computer which is hooked to the record player.  -- having TV running on the side with a movie and typing on the laptop that is in front.  Looks like I am really doing things, heh?

This is cropped from one of the photos I took of signs, and other things, at the flea market.  Posted it on Facebook a bit ago.  Something to think about.

Just realized hadn't posted any photos of the family at the Flea Market.  Here is Patty, Ashley and Cameron with Jessica in the stroller

 Cropped this from a photo taken at a bit of
a distance of the three ladies doing their "looking around" at all the stuff.

 Saturday night, when Heath got off work and could join us, we played Pegs and Jokers.




Got the bugs off the front of the pickup and the front of the trailer yesterday and cleaned the vent fan over the restroom in the trailer.  Lots accumulated in the 17 months we have had it.

 

Mowed the yard with the push mower yesterday.  Needed the exercise, but was very noticeable on the knee by last night.  Was able to bag all of it so put some mulch around some needed spots along the hedge in the back yard.

More later, Lynn