I’ve been scanning old photos, so here’s one to share with you. It is the prairie version of the old bear rug photo. I sure hope that wasn’t a patch of poison ivy that she’s sitting in.
I’m guessing this is one of their camping excursions. They had a small cabin and Mom’s father fished for catfish in the Cottonwood River. You can read Mom’s memories of those special times (posted on Our Echo).