From cousin Dale:
Subject: Fw: How men differ from women in remembering the past
A wife was curious when she found an old negative in a drawer and had
it made into a print.
She was pleasantly surprised to see that they were of her
at a much younger, slimmer time, taken many years
ago on one of her first dates with her husband.
When she showed him the photo, his face lit up.
"Wow, look at that !", he said with appreciation,
"That's my old ‘49 Ford !”
[ you would say the same thing ! ]
During Thanksgiving weekend in 1953 my family visited Death Valley. At the castle we saw Scotty. I remember him sitting in a chair. My little brother remembers him in an open car. Who's right? I have no clue.
Well now, Scotty's buried next to his dog Windy. They're buried up the hill and behind the house. I think ok' Scotty died sometime in the mid 50's. Apparently Scotty couldn't get it into his head that he didn't own the house. The house was built by the Johnsons and Scotty was just one of the areas local (loco?) prospectors.