When the end draws near - A love story.

We met almost 37 years ago.

We were introduced by an old girl friend.

We have been in contact almost everyday since then.
Sometimes coming together several times a day.

While you are still working, as of yesterday, I know your days are numbered. 
Just a couple of years ago we lost your sister.

I will miss you.

Well, if you can fall in love with an appliance, I did.
When I came back from visiting relatives in England in 1980 I raved about an electric tea kettle my family had in Harrogate, Yorkshire.
My then girl friend took it upon herself to find me an electric tea kettle from England (she's also the one that got me my Scotty dog).  You couldn't just order one from England because an English pluggy thingy does not work in a US pluggy thingy.

Her dad at the time worked for J.C. Penny's and I believe that is how she located one. They weren't cheap, probably at the time around eighty bucks. Once I found them available we ordered one for my mom, we (I) called the two kettles sisters;)
While the girl friend (who is still a friend) did not end up being true love, her gift to me was. A relationship that has lasted all this time.
The one from her to me died about two years ago, after being used 6-10 times a day since I got it.
The electric parts still worked. The welds on the neck started failing. I tried to come up with all sorts of ideas to keep using it for something else, but nothing seemed suitable.

Moms started leaking around the neck also a couple of years ago, so we got her a new tea kettle.

I still use hers out at the cabin and am just careful when I pour from it.

Here it is yesterday after being used several times.

This is a relationship I will miss when the time comes.

No, I never did name it.

Sepia Saturday contribution for this week - Nope, dad never needed a wheelbarrow.

Let's see; factory, fish, wheelbarrow? Which could we have that may contain one of those?

Sepia Saturday for April 14th.

My dad never needed a wheelbarrow for his catches.

Never caught more than you see here at one time.

This was probably one of his better days with the fishing pole.

Oh, he tried real hard. Got up early. Tried all the baits all the others were using.

Had the proper attire.

But he just never really ever caught that many.

He didn't care. It was all about being out there and trying.

And being with family.

He loved getting the camper ready, and cooking over the fire or on the camp stove.

This photo my actually be from the last time he went to his favorite river to trout fish.

I really love this picture.

Now my brother on the other hand ( he is on the left ), he had no trouble bringing them in.

Matter of fact, once he got his limit he would usually then work on mine. That was okay, I didn't like to fish anyway.

After mine, he would then work on moms limit.

And then, near the end of the weekend if dad hadn't caught all he was allowed by Sunday afternoon, my brother would finish his limit.

Here he is teaching his kids the art of filling limits.

Both these young gentlemen now have kids of their own.

But so far my brothers knack of catching fish seems to be skipping a couple of generations.