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Here's a nice shot of the bungalow from a distance. Not sure where the Maiden Creek is relative to this shot.
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I love this picture !! It probably predates ME. The wrap-around porch was continued along the east (facing you) side later, but is not built yet. The Maiden Creek is behind the Bungalow, where all those big trees are. Left to right, I see a neat car, probably with a "rumble seat", the bungalow, the big walnut tree, an arbor that Grandpa built, and off to the far right, the outhouse. Just visible behind the walnut tree is a culvert that was way across the Maiden Creek, where a small creek emptied into it from the west. In the foreground is the stand of young evergreens planted by the people who owned that land. (I forget their name, and we rarely saw them because they had no actual building to come to, just land.) Behind the photographer would be a slope, at the top of which was the railroad that I remember so fondly. Janet
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I love this picture !! It probably predates ME. The wrap-around porch was continued along the east (facing you) side later, but is not built yet.
The Maiden Creek is behind the Bungalow, where all those big trees are.
Left to right, I see a neat car, probably with a "rumble seat", the bungalow, the big walnut tree, an arbor that Grandpa built, and off to the far right, the outhouse. Just visible behind the walnut tree is a culvert that was way across the Maiden Creek, where a small creek emptied into it from the west. In the foreground is the stand of young evergreens planted by the people who owned that land. (I forget their name, and we rarely saw them because they had no actual building to come to, just land.) Behind the photographer would be a slope, at the top of which was the railroad that I remember so fondly.
Janet
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