It
has been so long since I looked at the album itself, I forgot what color it is.
I think it is green but I don’t want to try to find it, right now.
The
trays are minimized, but the photos are original size. There are a few enlargements.
The album contains several hundred photos.
I
will work on it in sections and I will upload each section as I complete it.
This is the first section.
This
is my personal photo album.
Diana East took
these photos in the Autum of 1997. They were taken with a disposable camera.
I was so impressed with the quality of the pictures, I bought
several disposable cameras, to try to record the progress we have made
since my mother passed away.
The gate was here before 1996 a.d. (arrival dooleys). As soon as they
got nasty with me, I took it.
It was on MY property by about sixty feet.
Standing on my property, looking back at the gate, you can see
how far off it is.
Looking at the Dooley’s garden which they planted on my
property.
The reason
for Diana being here was because we had just settled a border dispute.
The surveyers charged me four thousand dollars to show the
Dooleys where the property markers were.
These were members of the cult that my mother belonged to.
They call themselves “Christians”. They believe in the
“truth”.
The wife harvested the corn, while the husband moved the fence
back sixty feet. They left the pumpkins.
We didn’t have much to eat, so we really enjoyed eating
the pumpkins They were the best I’ve ever had.
Neighbor Dan Humble’s big white metal shed in
Diana’s rearview.
This corn got harvested before we were done shooting these
photos.
This is the
disputed area. The western boundary of the fence is exactly on the line.
The eastern boundary was about forty feet off, with a twenty
foot jog at the chain link fence.
View from the pond, the only shade on the property.
We watched numbnuts build his
new fence.
He did not have permission to be on my property, so when he
saw us taking photos, he smiled and waved.
When he finished putting up field fence (still on my
property), He left the old fence,
three strands of barb wire which he was thoughtful enough to
allow me to keep.
He was nice enough to throw all his trash on my side of the
fence.
Some of Mr. Dooley’s trash. I had to crawl through
barbed wire to retrieve it.
Right after he waved to us. Right friendly of ya’,
neighbor.
We
don’t have a house, yet, and are living in a tent.
My neighbor, Dan excavated my building site with his tractor.
The pile of dirt next to the excavation is from my septic tank
and dry wells.
Diana used her “clout” to set up my mobile home
(another story), and get my septic installed.
Front gate
and field.
This gate and chain link fence are gone, now.
Diana left
the camera with me, with instructions to photograph anything
“fishy”.
Caught on camera:Gloria paid the Dooleys a visit on the day
they emptied the dead rats out of their traps.
They were nice enough to throw the dead rats over the fence,
onto my property. They all had a big laugh about that.
I recorded the time and date on a piece of paper. It can be
found in http://www.petesmemories.com/suitcase.
There are documents there recording these people’s
activities. No one knows the real truth. The truth is in the suitcase.
My sister has told everyone that her actions were my
mother’s instructions to her. Mom would really be proud.
These are
from a few years later, before 2005.
Jimmy Snyder’s shop in Rancho Cordova. These guys gave
me enough work to keep me from starving.
Looking out the front gate at the wrecked car that Sylvia and
Rene abandoned here.
The red car is Bob’s Geo Metro that he tried to unload
on me.
Looking up towards mom’s
house before we started to put in our orchard.
I wanted to use this old fence for my front, but I needed too
many materials that I couldn’t afford.
It never happened. I removed it from Nick Schrier’s
yard, where Rene built a new redwood fence for him.
The palm was a gift from our dear friend, Fran
Lyon/Paxton.When she gave it to us it was in an eight inch redwood pot.
It grew to fifteen feet tall and bloomed, and collapsed, when
Fran passed away. It is coming back from the massive root system.
The plum tree, a wild plum that was the only tree on the property
when I inherited it.
The bamboo patch. Denise and I dug up a few pieces next to the
railroad tracks. It is everywhere, now.
Hank whipped up a quick field fence. You can see a couple
“T” posts.
I built this doghouse for Roxy and Scooper. The goats used it
for years . It needs repair, and I don’t have the strength.
There are many photos of Denise playing with her goats on the
roof of the doghouse.
J.C. and the boys.
We lost the old man, shortly after this was taken. A coyote
got him.
The Pond, a two photo panorama.
Some of my junk, a two photo panorama.
Looking up at mom’s place from west side of pond. You
can see the white “lean to” that I built for Jim Edens.
A wonderful place to sit and enjoy life.
My critters love it, here.
Even the goldfish are happy!
Scooper don’t look too happy?
Looking northeast from the west side of the pond.
This tree was also here from the beginning.
The thig-a-ma-jig came loose from the whacha-callit.
The hospital table where Denise nurses sick plants.
The
roses and the berry tree.
Bob gave these roses to denise. We got the shed from
Crabtree.
The berry tree doesn’t cover the window yet.
The male mulberry(fruitless).
Denise grew some beautiful artichokes.
The goat, “Little Bit” is peeking through the
fence.
Bill and Little Bit.
Habeneros on the porch.
Denise and friends.
Best friend!
Looking back at mom’s place. The place is jinxed.
Everyone that lives there has horrible problems.
My storage sheds.
Hillary. Bill and Hillary were our first goats.
I had to destroy Bill. He got Little Bit pregnant, and we
almost lost her. Hillary turned out to be a neutered male??????
J.C. and the boys and girls.
Sunshine on my shoulder, pheasant on my dirtpile!
The garden.
Fuzzy sunset.
There is a reason why John Day named this street,
“Sunset Hills Lane”.
Scan
blue 0073-0212
My
personal albums
my family
The first things are from
Jessica.
The first picture is of
Jessica when she was a baby.
The first picture is of
Jessica when she was a baby.
The second picture is one of
Jessica’s babies. No resemblance?
More babies by Jessica. :-)
Jessica always sends a
Christmas card, every year.
I haven’t scanned them
all yet, but will add later.
Todd’s
Family
I
love homemade Christmas cards.
Logan
and McKenna
Their handsome dad.
If you got it, flaunt it!
Father’s Day 1995 or
1996, we went to Crawdad Festival in Isleton.
The boys loved sports.
Trophy
boy!
Linda Krause loaned Todd her
Mustang for the prom.
Greg
Krause
Todd, sitting on the trunk of my ’65 Mustang.
Tammy
Krause??
Cousin
Wayne. See more
of the Matthews family at http://www.petesmemories.com/matt.html.
Wayne with granddaughter August of 2005.
See
Wayne’s toys at http://www.petesmemories.com/wash.html,
near the end.
She
looks like cousin Bonnie, when she was small.
Some
Johnsons
Uncle
Bill tied us up because Dale got in to his tobacco.
Uncles Roy and Bud.
Aunt Elsie with twins, Jimmy and Johnnie.
This photo shows up in every
family album that I have seen. I have fifty photos of that snowman, and not all
are duplicates.
The
fifties.
1119
East 20th Street Oakland, California. Grandma and
Aunt Agnes.
1301 15th Street Yuma,
Arizona.
10th
birthday
The beach at fisherman’s wharf.
White
center, Washington, 1949
My playmate, Bobby Manning.
One spring,we disturbed a bumblebee
hive and quickly discovered that they sting.
I
don’t remember any of the kids on the left.
I
think the boy on the left is Chipper Bishop.
The
boy behind him is Robert Frith.
That
beautiful lacquer plate with the hibiscus is from Okinawa.
Gary Majors and Terry Peterson in Newfoundland.
Gary’s dad and mom, Frank and Annie.
Mix
Large
pile of Petersons
Her
name is Patricia. We had a little crush goin’
on at Don Julio Jr. High.
Happy
birthday and merry Christmas!
Mix of
everybody
McKenna
Peterson
Aaron
and Joshua Peterson
Scooper
and Logan at
Todd’s original “Peterson Ranch”
Aaron
and Josh
Beer
is an acquired taste. Start them young, with five gallons!
Todd
and I made a batch of home brew together. While it was working, Logan managed
to pop out the fermentation trap.
He
slobbered all over the open bottle. I thought it would be ruined, but it turned
out excellent.
My
sweethearts! Sherre and Diana. Rest in peace, Diana.
There
is an album full of shots similar to this.
See
http://www.petesmemories.com/Dale's%20Album
Some Jenkinses
Hollis
(Red) Jenkins
Red, Patricia, Denise, and Lori.
McKenna
That’s
Logan
McKenna
and Shelby
.
End
part 1
My personal album
Part 2
Work in progress
The size has ben altered on
most of these.
Roman ruins in Morocco
To see my photos from Morocco click on http://www.petesmemories.com/morocco.html.
Jpg 0282-0285
Oroville Property
Jpg 001-151
This is a two photo panorama of a
favorite place on Camano Island.
Photos of my Washington trip.
See http://www.petesmemories.com/wash.html.
The next two should
have appeared in part 1.
Cousin Diana to the rescue!
And, last but not
least, these are from a cd I had made.
There are more photos of the band. I will scan them and add them later.
I went to Washington in
August of ’05 to see these guys.
See hub and squeak at http://www.petesmemories.com/wash.html
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