Dear Liza,
Seeing scenes from my childhood has me cracking up. Look at this home movie sequence of my Dad (your Great-grandpa Lowell) encouraging three -year-old me to help with some construction around the house.
He is working on what will become my brothers’ room and I have somehow climbed to the top of the ladder. He sees me (probably given the heads up by my Mom, who must have been running the camera).
So he hands me a hammer! I love the look on my blurry face as I realize how heavy it is, and how he grabs hold to support me.
Many of the movies are full of this sort of situation, things that seem horribly dangerous, but were just life as usual back then. Kids on roofs, shooting bows and arrows, climbing up and down cliffs, and (yep) riding cows.
The hammer sequence ends with Dad taking the tool back and me working my own way back down the ladder (which is missing a step, as you can see). I was not rescued , but allowed to retreat under my own steam. Thanks, Dad.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 