I've been going through a huge collection of photographs in my family files and found an amazing one.
It was taken in 1904 - 119 years ago! - and it shows two members of my family.
Seated in the rocking chair, presumably wearing a christening gown, is my father, Franklin Berry Taylor, at the ripe old age of ten months.
The pouty boy sitting on the floor is his brother, Zenas Howland Taylor.
He seems to be pouting because as a five year old boy he wants to be exploring the land, looking for adventure, and not ordered to stay at home and look after his little brother.
They were living then in Cathay, North Dakota, where my grandfather had come to operate a bank.
But they moved to Stanley, where I was born, a short time later.
Cathay had a population of 20 as of the 2020 census.
Now the second part of this post.
I said recently that since Spring had finally come I wouldn't have to harp on it anymore.
And then a few days later I woke to find snow on the ground.
AGAIN!!!
So with help from Jocular Jean (and Mother Nature) I hereby offer the following apology.
Isn't that always the way?
