The longest days

I found these pictures on a recent trip back to New Hampshire. My Aunt Bea and Cousin Sarmantha, (whom I had never met) were so helpful in filling in my family history. I had so many questions. The picture on the right is of my Dad, me, and my older sister Sandy. Does that not look like a little indian girl! I would guess the time to be late 1950.

The thing I regret most in my life is that I did not take the time or interest to get to really know my mom and dad. To have asked the questions that I am now trying to piece together. My parents never talked about their childhood, somehow it makes me feel empty. I can only hope that my daughters and thier children will want to know me.

We never had any money, but dad worked hard and did the best he could. I never knew him to be without a job, but it just wasn't enough to take us from poverty. I think in all those years he may have taken a sick day twice. He'd Drive truck and work the small farm with his stepdad "Haying " in the fall. I spent long days playing in the blacksmith shop and apple press that my Grandpa owned. He sure could make cider, Icy cold on a summer day. Wow what a memory!