The stamp on the side of the picture is June 68.
I have so many memories of their farm down in Yoakum, Texas. We went there just about every holiday, a long drive both ways in one day (inevitably one or two of us would end up asleep on the floorboard of the car on the way back to San Antonio - it was warm down there!) There was alwsy lots and lots of food. The bathroom was an addition to the front of the house (an upgrade from an outhouse!) and Grandpa's shaving razor strap was hanging on the side of it. An old black walnut tree on the back cement porch. Several barns that we crawled around in, and a stock tank to walk to. Sandy ground, with flowers planted all around the house by Grandma. A water tank up on stilts on the side of the house, and an honestly real water well and windmill in the front yard. That was forever fascinating to us as kids - on windy days it would clang! clang! clang! We used to spend part of those long days down in some water pockets in the field trying to catch crawdads with bacon on a string, and avoiding Grandpa's bull. Good times.
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