Well, at least I know the people in this photo. But not the dog.
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- terry
- Delusional skeptic, reveling in a multiple-personality disorder. Alternating between a 21st-century blogger, a 3rd-century BC Carthagenian general, a 5th-century BC druid, a 23rd-century BC Beaker-people trader, a 20th-century Estonian freedom-fighter, a time-traveler, and a sheepdog in Wyoming.
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This is Ellen, with Hazel, and dog Skippy, probably 1944. He was our first dog, and we loved him, but he was very naughty, and in 1945 or there abouts they put him to sleep. It broke my heart, but his distructiveness upset my mother, and my dad just took him away one day. This was taken on the front porch of 114 North 4th, where we moved around 1943 or 44.
Janet
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