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| "A Barn Raising?" Click to enlarge. |
We saw a small, 6" diameter, snapping turtle on the road so I turned around and went back. I snatched her from the center line and set her near the ditch. I don't know if that was where she was trying to go but perhaps my gesture was appreciated because she never snapped at me.
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| A White Motor Co. dump truck retired to a field. I'll call it "Ol' Rusty". Click to enlarge. |
The business was wildly successful at first as the dealership sold hundreds of trucks like Ol' Rusty (above) to service the booming Elliot Lake uranium mines. Just as quickly; I think it lasted less than three years from boom to bust, the mines closed up and we lost everything. The trucks were sold to our dealership on credit "with recourse". This meant my Dad (the dealership) had to come up with the money or try to recover the trucks from the rough-and-tumble bush truckers who often burned or otherwise destroyed them rather than give them back.
To add insult to injury his business partner from Saul Ste Marie ran off with any money that was left. Our life savings and the money from the house was gone and my Dad had to start all over. In some ways I wonder if he ever fully recovered from that blow, not only to his finances but to his ego and self-esteem.
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| I placed the cab of the truck back in a 50's street scene just for fun. |
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