This blog is named after my dog, Dino the wonder dog. Other than that, this blog doesn’t have a lot to do with him, except that some days, when I am just too busy or too tired or have a migraine, I let Dino write my blog for me. On days when he has not taken over the computer, I write about my life – the past, the present and the future - my travels far and near and my home. I would love it if you would follow along.
I don’t know
why, but I found these pictures of my grandpa, working on the roads, so
fascinating. Back when these were taken – I’m guessing the early 1940s – these trucks
and machinery were probably pretty cool. He-man stuff. Larger than life for a
lot of people. It's a wonder the equipment we've used over the years.
I’m not the
one who circled grandpa there in the middle.
With all of
our modern-day technology, it’s hard for the younger generation to picture how
their grandparents and great-grandparents survived such a life.
grandpa working on the well in front of their house. I don’t know what he’s
doing, but whatever it was, he had to do it by hand and by himself. No specialist
to call in. Seems he was also always wearing a hat. I never met either of my grandpas. My dad's dad died shortly after they moved to America. And this one - my mom's dad - passed away three years before I was born.
rather a random picture, I realize, but it was in the same pile, so I thought I’d
add it. Love those old cars!