One more detail from the picture. The window you see on the extreme right was the window through which coal was delivered by the ton into the coal room. It is also the window I poked at with a bat pretending to break it, but miscalculated.
I want to introduce you to Chummy, a dog we bought at a church auction as a puppy. I am on the right and it looks like Chummy is as old as me, but I do remember the auction sale. For a little more perspective, Harve and I are sitting on our lawn, drinking pop, with the Borculo Feed Mill in the background. I introduce Chummy because the first major trauma in my life was caused by him. Perhaps a year after this picture was taken, Chummy was severely injured while chasing a car. The assessment was made by the adults that this injury was too severe for recovery. I, fortunately, did not see but was told of the next events. Henry Weaver got his .22 rifle and as Chummy looked pleadingly at him, shot him to put him out of his misery. When I heard what had happened, I stood in the corner in our dining room and cried for hours. I can only imagine how that must have torn my parents hearts.
One more detail from the picture. The window you see on the extreme right was the window through which coal was delivered by the ton into the coal room. It is also the window I poked at with a bat pretending to break it, but miscalculated.
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