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Perhaps Diane can inform us. I am just passing some of the photos along. The complete set consists of seventeen photos plus a US Coast Guard insignia. I'm sure that Diane will send the whole set to you.
Fantastic pictures, Diane. My wife had an old Brownie camera that she carried all over Europe and the middle East, and she thought that camera took better pictures than my expensive SLR.
Awesome pictures. Brought back anxious memories we had during WW II. My Grandma Pate had a box camera that was red. It took great pictures. I wonder what happened to it.
Pardon me, but this has nothing to do with Brownies. Does anyone know whether Jim Hill is still alive. Talk about a true "hero" in the same category as Grant Utt and Roy Smith and Don Cox, Jim was a hero to all the younger boys in CV during the early 1950's. He could jump higher than Superman and was stronger than a bull. It was cool how he would give the typical Jim Hill salute by raising one index finger off the steering wheel of the big old car he drove down Walnut St. to and from his house. There were few like Jim and Roy and Grant, and of course, Don. Wonder if he is still around, in person or in the spirit of CVHS.
Jim Hill is alive, well and living in Florida. His sister Donna Jean was in CV recently and several of us had a good visit with her. Jim called Verne Sweaney of CV and talked with him on the phone for half an hour the other day. Verne says he sounds like the same old Jim. I have had no personal contact, nor do I remember the locale in Florida where he lives. I can get it if someone wants it.
This belongs in a different place but I am too lazy to find it. Someone asked for stories where we have "screwed-up" and among many of the times that I did, this one keeps coming back to mind. The summer after my dad died, I decided that I would burn all the dead weeds and Johnson Grass along the road just south of our house. If you are familiar with the place, now the Carl Steward farm, you will remember that the road at that time ran south toward Hewins and crossed the AT&SF railroad tracks about a quarter of a mile south of the house. On the day of the "big burn", there was a gentle little breeze, perfect day to eliminate all those ugly weeds and grass. So I started at the tracks and lit a little spot of grass and the fire traveled gently up the fence-row. About half way to the house, suddenly mother nature decided I needed to be taught a lesson, and the wind picked up and so did the pace of the fire. Someone driving from the south went by and could readily see that I was in trouble because the farm structures were in dire danger of being devoured by the ever increasing fire. He drove on up the road and alerted Snyders, and on into town where the volunteer fire dept. geared up and came rushing out and between them and the Snyder workers, the house and barns were saved. Nice of them because our farm was outside the city limits, but all those firemen like Don Hankins, Maurice Smith, Clyde Shaffer, and Clarence Dunn, among others, were family friends. I still remember the little smile on Carl Stewards face( I think he was the fire chief) as he sternly lectured me on ways of wind and fire. It was one of the few lessons that I learned well and stuck with me for 50 years.
It seems for me ... that just as I'm getting old enough to have learned so many of life's lessons ... it may be that there won't be many years left for me to profit from my mistakes.
Perhaps trite but true ... I regret that I had to learn so many things by trial and error ... when I could have listened to (for instance) my dad and saved myself many troubles.
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Whose Brownie?? Circumstances??
Perhaps Diane can inform us. I am just passing some of the photos along. The complete set consists of seventeen photos plus a US Coast Guard insignia. I'm sure that Diane will send the whole set to you.
Fantastic pictures, Diane. My wife had an old Brownie camera that she carried all over Europe and the middle East, and she thought that camera took better pictures than my expensive SLR.
Awesome pictures. Brought back anxious memories we had during WW II. My Grandma Pate had a box camera that was red. It took great pictures. I wonder what happened to it.
Pardon me, but this has nothing to do with Brownies. Does anyone know whether Jim Hill is still alive. Talk about a true "hero" in the same category as Grant Utt and Roy Smith and Don Cox, Jim was a hero to all the younger boys in CV during the early 1950's. He could jump higher than Superman and was stronger than a bull. It was cool how he would give the typical Jim Hill salute by raising one index finger off the steering wheel of the big old car he drove down Walnut St. to and from his house. There were few like Jim and Roy and Grant, and of course, Don. Wonder if he is still around, in person or in the spirit of CVHS.
Jim Hill is alive, well and living in Florida. His sister Donna Jean was in CV recently and several of us had a good visit with her. Jim called Verne Sweaney of CV and talked with him on the phone for half an hour the other day. Verne says he sounds like the same old Jim. I have had no personal contact, nor do I remember the locale in Florida where he lives. I can get it if someone wants it.
This belongs in a different place but I am too lazy to find it. Someone asked for stories where we have "screwed-up" and among many of the times that I did, this one keeps coming back to mind.
The summer after my dad died, I decided that I would burn all the dead weeds and Johnson Grass along the road just south of our house. If you are familiar with the place, now the Carl Steward farm, you will remember that the road at that time ran south toward Hewins and crossed the AT&SF railroad tracks about a quarter of a mile south of the house.
On the day of the "big burn", there was a gentle little breeze, perfect day to eliminate all those ugly weeds and grass. So I started at the tracks and lit a little spot of grass and the fire traveled gently up the fence-row. About half way to the house, suddenly mother nature decided I needed to be taught a lesson, and the wind picked up and so did the pace of the fire. Someone driving from the south went by and could readily see that I was in trouble because the farm structures were in dire danger of being devoured by the ever increasing fire. He drove on up the road and alerted Snyders, and on into town where the volunteer fire dept. geared up and came rushing out and between them and the Snyder workers, the house and barns were saved. Nice of them because our farm was outside the city limits, but all those firemen like Don Hankins, Maurice Smith, Clyde Shaffer, and Clarence Dunn, among others, were family friends.
I still remember the little smile on Carl Stewards face( I think he was the fire chief) as he sternly lectured me on ways of wind and fire. It was one of the few lessons that I learned well and stuck with me for 50 years.
It seems for me ... that just as I'm getting old enough to have learned so many of life's lessons ... it may be that there won't be many years left for me to profit from my mistakes.
Perhaps trite but true ... I regret that I had to learn so many things by trial and error ... when I could have listened to (for instance) my dad and saved myself many troubles.
By the way, Wayne ... I don't believe for a moment that you are lazy.
Well, Phil, I was not lazy in past lives, but being lazy in this life seems the way to go.
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