Words and photographs

Spare One word is said or read and the memories come back, faded ones that are welcome in the remembering.  ‘Spare’ brings back times of my youth.  Pictures form of living in the country that was empty of the urban landscape, a land that my dad was partial to. Oh how he loved those open spaces, prompting a move for the family to Eastern Oregon. Life was good. Our days may have been meager by many standards yet there was an appealing simplicity to it. My ears still hear the sound of Roy Rogers on the record player with the lines of ‘give me land lots of land…