We went up to Emida. Up to where the blister rust camp was by the old Whitehorse ranch. I can't figure out where Bob is, he must be in the car or parked somewhere in the shade. This was after I came back up from Utah. Crazy to look at all these old pictures. This must have been about 1952.
Still hot as all get out down here. Seems like the whole state is burning up. Fires everywhere. I was reading where they had set up emergency facilities down in Mayer. That is a town not too far from where the firebug had set 2 fires not too long ago. We could even smell the smoke from that fire on Saturday when we went to town. So much smoke around, you don't really know where it is all coming from. Makes a person a bit jumpy.
This is the first year Phillip said he has had to put up the shade in the garden in May. Also in all the years we have lived here, this is the first year we have had to turn on the air conditioner.
Just couldn't get in the mood to drag out the painting stuff to paint. Phillip just said," paint might dry on the brush as fast as I could try to paint'. True that.
Maybe I will writ a bit on my story, who knows?
Carry on , love ya'll, Granny
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