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the Peninsula with Rog doing more clowning before the camera.  The 1937 series on the children ends with them dressed warmly and having an outing at the now deserted beach not long before winter begins to close in.  It's a fairly good series of pictures and, considering they were taken going on 40-years ago, they seem to be in very good condition.  At any rate, I was able to run the set of multiple-reels, splices and all, through the machine without a break and the pictures seemed bright and clear.

One September afternoon Rog and I took a ride in the country.  As we left home, he asked me how far I thought it was to the "alfalfa farm," evidently some landmark of ours, and I hazarded seven-miles.  So we set the trip mileage odometer at zero to check it.  Rog watched this all the way out there and picked up some "numbers learning" in the process.  At one point, I speeded up to pass another car and Rog asked me to slow down again because the tail of the speed-indicating needle covered the trip-mileage odometer.

Along about this same time, I made a record of several interchanges involving Rog which I evidently thought I might use sometime in my writing.  They follow:

Bomba (Grandma Craton):  It's about seven, Roger.  Have you seen the clock?
Rog:  Yes, I saw it.  But I'm not going to say anything.  I'll let her (Willie) do the saying.
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Rog:  I don't like Sistie.
Bomba:  You don't like Sistie!
Rog:  No.  I don't like any girls unless they are at least fifteen.
****

Bab walks in wearing an old curtain like a wedding veil:

Bomba:  Bab, you look like a bride.
Rog:  Bride!  Ha ha!
I:  Rog, will you ever be a bride?
Rog:  No.  Only girls are brides.
Bomba:  Well, Roger, what will you be?
Rog:  I'm going to be a fireman.  You know that.
****

Rog (passing around his savings bank):  You don't have to put in pennies, Dad.  Nickels and dimes and quarters are all right too.  I'll take those.  They'll be all right.