Yes, It is February
So it is February, but it is the Black Hills of South Dakota and the temperature is 73. What are grown men, husbands and fathers, to do? Go cliff jumping of course at the infamous Hippie Hole. Forget the air temps, ignore the ice which floated on the pool into which the jump occurred, never mind wet suits that did not cover the lower legs or feet, it was an adventure not to be missed. They came, they saw, they jumped, and lived to tell about it. The treacherous poison ivy of the summer struck also in February. One of the brothers reported an outbreak on his toe. But, hey, how many others have bragging rights like it?
“And sometimes I think about a one-and-a-half-year old child with its baby teeth still coming in, whose days on this earth were so very, very few.” (National Geographic, July 1988, page 53) The author of the article, haunted by that scene as he unearthed the remains of a 4th century town on the Island of..Read More ›
We spent a half week with all nine of the children and the twelve grandchildren. The occasion was our son’s wedding. Tears threatened when the boys, now men, stood as groomsmen for their brother. The struggle of our grandson to stay awake and the relaxed attitude in one of the boy’s suits served to prevent..Read More ›