Here I am sitting on the little couch my father built into the porch just off the sliding doors from the living room. Behind me is the porch swing where everyone sat watching the cars go by on 900 East.
Looking at this picture brings back the smell of the Russian Olive Trees. They grew around the ditch. I remember how my father lined the ditch with granite slabs.
The porch had colorful plastic siding on the roof. We had some colored lights along the edges of the roof which made the front patio a party place. Behind me you can see to Murray. No K-Mart, no condos, just open fields to dream about.
This picture displays my father's stone work so well. He lined the outside walls and patio with rock.
More Russian Olive trees and ironically at this time I had never tried olives. They were not found in our German cuisine.
Here is a great view of my house, from below in the yard. It felt so spacious then, set in a rural pasture land.
Did you ever want to be a model?