I meant to send this a few hours ago as a good night sign off, but the picture wouldn't load then. A locust tree and corn/maize field a little after #sunset.

Heading back to sleep now.
#cosophotography

Grackle at the corner of the patio off the back door. Was happy with the sunlight showing a little of his iridescence. #birds #nature #photography

Great Blue Heron I saw at a pond/lake a mile north of home. Impressive bird. #birds #nature #photography

I finally sheared myself today. Hair was very long. I know this is short, but it will grow back.

Brief video clip of George. He's a good boy! #dogsofcoso

My ex gave me several free saplings she got from the Arbor Foundation maybe 4 years ago. This crepe myrtle is the only one that survived.

My 2nd Great Grandparents George W. Parrott (1818-1907) and Virginia Vallat (1838-1890). These are the furthest back I have pictures on this line. George was born in Audincourt, France and Virginia in Brebotte, France. George spoke English, French, and German. I suspect Virginia did too, but she died before Amos was born. Info lost.

Amos once had a bug fly in his ear and it was driving him crazy. Grandpa George just poured some water in Amos' ear and washed out the fly. Problem solved.

My great grandparents Randolph Parrott (1863-1943) and Alice Murphy (1868-1936). Photo is from 1892-1897.

Randolph played fiddle, and his son Amos (my great uncle) learned to play Yankee Doodle on it when he was 7.

Randolph actually went to Notre Dame for a semester or two. Wealthier farmers of the time often sent their sons for a little "polishing."

Alice was a great cook, very kind. She died when dad was 10, so he remembered her well. She told Amos some stories he passed down to me.

My great uncle Amos and my two older brothers. Thanksgiving weekend 1963. My grandmother had died a couple months prior and president Kennedy had died a few days before. You can see the sadness etched on Amos's face. The phone was bought in 1940 when the house was new. I don't remember it. This is also in the living room where I'm now sitting.

Amos used to play accordion and fiddle at dances in the area. 1920s-1940s. #genealogy #history

Taken in late 50s or early 60s. My paternal grandmother in the living room where I'm sitting. Chair in front of the unused front door. She was a cook at the hospital and she's wearing her work outfit. The lamp may still be lurking in the attic. This farm belonged to her ancestors but I never knew her. She died in 1963 of a heart attack. Age 57. She knew she had heart issues but told no one. Despite being a hospital cook, she's actually reported to have been an excellent cook.

Another 1978 photo. Me at age 12. This is the house where I live. The porch has not survived. What's weird is the front door of the house was never used. There's always usually been a chair or something in front of it.

My great uncle Amos. Another picture I took in May 1978 with a Polaroid camera. Meh colorization. You see the end of the trailer where he lived. There's a bench where we often put the tomatoes to ripen. A cultivator he used to break up the ground in the garden.

I took this picture in May 1978 when I was 12. Almost nothing in this picture is the same. This is my great uncle watching the road while sitting in the shade. All the sheds are now covered in metal and expanded. The brick tank used to be a reservoir. A pipe ran to it from the windmill. A pipe ran out from it to the barn. Automatically filled the troughs. Was done in the mid to late 1800s, very early running water system. The tank collapsed the following year. The stone path is replaced with....

This is me and George last year. My knee is doing a lot better now. Don't need the brace and haven't really needed the cane. #dogsofcoso

Mr. Cardinal says good morning! Hope you're all doing great.

Took this in 2019 and was pleased to get so close a view. #birds #photography

A nuthatch I photographed. He's carefully inspecting the bird feeder. #birds #photography

George is a good boy!
#dogsofcoso

It's still a beautiful place. #nature #outdoors

Was at what's supposed to be an overlook of the Mississippi River. Not so much. As you see, I had the place to myself. Not great resolution on phone camera.

My walks with George are usually a little calmer.