MrJumbo Gets a Blog

The fat cat on the mat  may seem to dream  of nice mice that suffice  for him, or cream; but he free, maybe,  walks in thought  un...

The first written record concerning my mother’s father’s side of our family, in 1556 in Europe—probably 99 years before a descendant came ...

Mom and her three brothers, no different from any other little kids when a camer a comes out. My brother Franklin took this sequence. That’s...

These notes were in an unmarked manila folder at Mom’s house, with no further explanation, nor any sign of any further correspondence from t...

After Dick got out of university a few years after this trip, he more or less settled in at my grandfather’s manufacturing company, where he...

Nothing says Modern and Air Cooled like a picture of a Conestoga wagon in the desert with a cactus. Envelope postmarked Detroit, Michigan, ...

When Dick took his trip, his brother Doug would have been in high school too, and their sister, my mother, Mary Sarah, was 13. The baby of t...

It’s a hoot to read the story of Dick’s cross-country jaunt, because I took a similar ramble across the U.S., also in a high-school summer, ...

In the summer of 1945, my uncle Dick was in high school. The Germans had surrendered in Europe, but the war in the Pacific was still on. My...

It’s not the hills you capture; it’s the light.