A letter written to my father (Frank Claycomb) when he was 5 years old. From his Uncle John (Bressler).
June 11, 1920
Dear Frank:
Has your pony come yet? Tell your Daddy I have been by Mrs. Snyder’s several times, but have never been in. What do you do all the time?
I will send this letter to you by airplane to Omaha and then from there to Wayne on the train. With love, Uncle John.
In his ledgers my grandfather, Amos Claycomb, made an inventory at the end of the year. From 1917 to 1921 he lists a blind horse. I have never heard the story, but I’m surprised that he kept this horse. He farmed in Wayne, Nebraska.
There are two pages for each year. The horses are the first listed. I included both pages – there are interesting items on both pages.
1917
1918
1919
1920
1921
Two photos of where I grew up in Eucalyptus Hills in Lakeside, California. The first is about 1948 with my brother and sister playing in the rocks above our house (not in photo). This is my childhood and I loved it. The second was taken by a friend (thanks, Ed) about 2015. It’s why I don’t live there anymore. At least the rocks are still there.
Lakeside, California, USA.
This I Leave 