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swallowing, an amazing performance that always brought down the house.  In 1941, we still had five years to go before getting our first boat but we did use the Peninsula a lot and one of our favorite diversions out there was picnics.  The following shot of the Colonel and me was taken at one of them:

[[image: black and white photograph of 2 men standing next to one another, each with their left arm loosely around the back of the other. The man on the left is younger, and holding a cigarette in his right hand. The man on the right is older, has a pipe clenched between his teeth and is holding a small pot of water atop a post with his other hand]]

And the following picture shows the Colonel along about this general period but we're not sure where it was taken; it may have been in Kentucky:

[[image:  black and white photograph of an older man in a casual suit and tie, wearing a fedora. He has his hands held behind his back, and appears to be standing in a park setting]]

The Colonel would normally drive up to Erie from Louisville.  While he'd been a great Willys-Knight enthusiast in the '20s he switched to Dodges and loved to drive.  Sometimes he'd come for Thanksgiving or Christmas and then he'd usually come by train because of the weather threat.  He'd come Louisville & Nashville to Cincinnati, Big Four to Cleveland, and into Erie

Transcription Notes:
C'mon, put some effort into describing the photographs people. "Two men standing together" and "man standing in forest" is hardly sufficient and does no justice to the work the author put into his journal.