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In days of yore

I'm not sure why I get so much joy looking at old photos. Well, that's not exactly true. I do know why. It's because it reminds me of a much more care free time in my life. And here's just a few examples.

These first two were taken in the mid 70's, shortly after Edie and I were married, during a more ambitious time of my life.

I'm putting on a new front porch at our first house in Newton Falls, Ohio. (Actually it was Edie's home that she inherited from her parents.)

In the background, on the left,  you'll also notice two of our 5 cats we had at the time. They both helped me out a lot.

Trust me when I tell you I'm not as enthused about performing this project as I may appear. You won't catch me doing anything like that again.



This next one is of Edie and me during our boating days on Lake Berlin, near Newton Falls. This was also taken in the mid 70's, when I was a lot dorkier looking, and I had a lot more hair. [Actually we both did]. They say men age more gracefully than women, but I still don't understand what Edie saw in me back then.

We tried sailing when we moved to Long Beach, but I don't handle the open ocean that well, so I had to find something more land based.

Now you know how I got into cycling.

And finally, one of my favorite shots.

The picture's not that old (I took it myself in the 90's sometime), but it sure brought back memories of the days when I was a lot more daring.

How would you like to be on this plane as it's coming in for a landing. That's the runway you see in front, and a [very close] mountain to the right. And it wasn't that small a plane either. It sat 20 plus the pilot, copilot and lots of luggage.

That's the landing strip on the island of Saba. A [very] small Dutch Carribean island just off the coast of St. Martin/St. Maarten. (More Heineken is drunk on that island per capita than anywhere else in the world.)

I even had a t-shirt that said "I survived the landing on Saba". At least I think I did, because I can't seem to find it now.

I may have given it to Becky. I'm just not sure. My mind isn't what it used to be, but old photos always seem to help out in that regard. :)
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Becky said…
Wow, manual labor. Who would have thunk it! Those are some great pictures. And you did give me a Saba t-shirt but it doesn't say anything about surviving a landing.
10:53 AM
Marc said…
That obviously wouldn't have been appropriate since you didn't survive the landing, but for the life of me I can not figure out what I did with it. And I've been looking for it for a number of years too.

Oh well, such is life. I guess I'll just have to go back to Saba and get another one. Or I could just order it online.
12:19 PM
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