The pictures below show my family, myself and Grandpa all exploring our new area. We drove through Scott County Park and walked around Walnut Grove Pioneer Village. Good times. A pleasant way to spend a couple hours.

 

The remaining pictures show the various buildings and things you can see there if you decide to visit. Relaxing and fun. The whole family will enjoy themselves. Even the teenagers depending on their mood.

Lastly, this shows what can be found inside the various structures.

Lastly

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No Home, New State, New Memories

I haven’t posted in a long time. So I will give a quick recap of where we are in life. I quit my old job and took a leap of faith not having another one to go to. It was a little scary. We couldn’t find anything in Chicagoland so we ended up in Iowa.

My career has gone like this, thin films to chocolate and then back to thin films.

We now live in Iowa. A little town north of Davenport.

It is a nice change of pace from Chicagoland.

That will be all for now.

Keep on keeping on. One day at a time.

 

I haven’t posted anything to my blog in a long time. I need to change that. I will restart my posting by just this quick post. As in previous years I will post a top list for 2016. Hopefully later this week I will post some more.

  • Getting to experience Disney World with my family.
  • Learning from Yale during my commute to work. Two highlights were courses on global population and epidemic history in Europe. Learning some Ben Graham investment strategies was nice too.
  • Spending time at home and around Plainfield, examples are drinking copious amounts of coffee, visiting the the dog park, catching toads and fishing some of the ponds around here.
  • Learning that my family is there to support me when the going gets rough and that we can really cut back on our budget when we need to.
  • Watching TV shows with wife and two oldest. Walking Dead and Lost.
  • Giving Colton, Chase and Cody haircuts. Discovering Aldi’s.
  • Changing out the alternator on the Honda for $72.
  • Being able to spend more time with Christen.
  • Getting enough sleep after leaving work in September.
  • Splitting wood and prepping fireplace.
  • I haven’t forgotten which day of the week it is in many years. Yet in the last four months I have forgotten a few times.

Happy New Year. Happy posting!

Tonight I am posting more pictures of my brother Jimmy.  He loved the outdoors, he loved hunting and fishing.  The two fishing pictures were taken of him up in Wyoming at Lake Seminoe.  This is a large lake with hardly anyone that ever uses it.  At least that is the way it was back in the 1980s.  There were several trips where Dad and Jimmy drove up there to hunt, fish and explore.  In the 1980s, you could stay up there for several days in your camp and not see a single person.

One time Dad and Jimmy went up to go hunting for coyote.  They found a spot to hunt in the middle of the night.  They did their rabbit calls and an owl swooped down on them and scared them really bad.  LOL, they didn’t get any coyotes that trip but they did get a good story to tell us when they got back home.

This is also the place where Dad took his 14 sticks of dynamite.  Not a single soul for miles and miles to hear the blasts.  Dad would also take Jimmy and his other teenage buddies up there to shoot, fish and raft.  At one point they found an eagle nest while rafting along with a bank of the river that had a lot of quartz.  The downside of this place is that the wind blows much of the day for most of the year.  Even with the wind, Dad loved it.

The last two pictures show me standing with Jimmy in the mountains up above Glenwood Springs, Colorado.  We were hunting deer.  Mostly we hunted on either side up above Glenwood Canyon.  The Flat Tops are beautiful any time of year but in the fall they are just breath taking.  At the time these pictures were taken Jimmy had the orange Bronco.  He had an 8,000 lb winch on it and even in the snow and the mud there wasn’t a trail we couldn’t try.  As long as we could see a nice tree within 100 yards of the trail we knew we had a back up way to get ourselves back to civilization.  During the days we would hunt above Glenwood and at night we would stay at the condo my dad owned in west Glenwood.  I was 14 when we would go up hunting.  These were good trips with my dad and brother.  Later on we started having large groups of people go up hunting and we would stay at a camp with a large tent my dad had.  These were great trips as well but not the same as the trips with just the three of us.  Those were the best.

It would be good for me to go over these posts a second time and do some editing just to make the reading easier.  For now though, it is what it is.  I just want to preserve my memories for me to look back upon long down the road.  Or for others that might want to know what our lives were like.

Until next time, keep on keeping on.

The pictures below show my brother and sister and their friend Kevin.  This was taken at our house in Morrison.  I’m not sure I was around when this picture was taken.  I was born when my brother was 10 and my sister was 7.

Looking at these old pictures brings back a lot of memories.  Our chain link fence was and wooden fence had been installed.  The wooden fence looks brand new.  My first memories of that fence it had aged some and didn’t have the “new wood” look.  That fence was installed because the legal system threatened to throw my mom in jail because the family dog, Rags, was causing mischief in the neighborhood.  At that time it was probably a big expense for my parents.

The cul-de-sac is behind them along with the park we got to play in all growing up.  Back when this picture was taken, there was a small stream that flowed through the park.  There were trout in the stream.  They weren’t large, maybe 8 inches long.  Dad really liked the fact that there were trout in the stream just behind his house.

I’ll get back to the pictures and finish up this post.  I’m guessing these were taken in 1975.  Jimmy certainly has a 1970s era hairdo.  Jimmy and Kevin were good friends all the way through their teenage years.  Since we were so close to the Rockies they used to ride their bikes over to the hogback.  They had a fort there that they hung out at.  Kevin ended up in the military and spent a lot of time overseas in Korea.  I remember him coming back to visit my brother once when he was 20 years old.  Then I think they finally parted ways.  They also took advantage of the snow we got along the Front Range and did quite a bit of inner-tubing off the hills.  I am sure they had their fair share of mischief that only the two of them ever knew about as well.

That will be all for tonight.  Keep on keeping on folks.

Caleb.

Colton Turns 2 Today

My little boy Colton turned two today.  Poor guy isn’t having the greatest birthday though.  He is getting his molars.  Maybe he is battling something else as well like a cold or ear ache.  Not sure.  He is feeling bad enough that we are alternating ibuprofen and Tylenol.

It is difficult to believe he has already been around two years.  It also means I’ve had my new job for two years.  It is strange how a few months after you have a baby you can’t imagine them not being part of your family and it also feels like they’ve been part of the family forever.

We will give him his gifts later today.  He and I ditched church since he was not feeling well.  I bet he’ll really like his gifts.

I’m in a posting mood today so I’m going to follow up with a quick post about my brother Jimmy.

Sisters visiting Denver

Here are a few miscellaneous pictures from my mom’s slide collection.  The woman wearing the black coat is my mother’s sister.  She came out to Denver.  In the photos you can see Red Rocks Amphitheatre as is was in the late 1960s.  In some of the pictures she is standing up on Lookout Mountain with Golden, Colorado in the background along with North and South Table Mountain.  Priscilla stayed with my mom and dad in Denver and then went to work for the telephone company.  The guy in the picture, don’t know his name, was a guy she dated until she became a born again Christian.

The younger girl in the pictures, holding Jimmy, is Jamie.  Another one of my mom’s sisters.  They are standing outside 1229 Quivas St.  This is where they lived in Denver, Colorado at that point in time.