Friday, August 2, 2019

Mother's Day 1939

“Take out the crib and leave the playpen, Doc.
The diapers that I’ve got are wearing thin,
the oldest boy has rickets and the skin
on his little sister’s pale enough to shock

The Wind

  The Wind is stripping the roof off the birdhouse next door The old man who lived there would have it replaced by early spring Wo...