I think these are called, ‘The Dog Days of Summer.’ as the weather is like it is and I am not sure what it should be like? I remember we never had air conditioning (except leaving the windows open) and nobody heard of insulation. If it was too hot to sleep in the house we would take a blanket and sleep on it in the yard. I can’t remember being bitten by the mosquitos like people are today. People walked around in a sort of daily stupor–not sure what they were waiting on to happen, but I suspect it was for cooler weather to come.
Believe it or not, that is me. I was told to go set on this toadstool by the person taking the picture and they gave me a copy or gave it to mom. Look at that old car parked on the street behind me. Somebody brought something in to the store–the car door is open so I would guess it was a crate full of fresh eggs somebody brought to the store to trade for meat or cheese or maybe things like coffee. In those days, money was scarce and people traded a lot. Maybe we were still in the Depression when the picture was taken.
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It has been pouring down rain in Brookville since about 6:30 AM. It looks like it will last the entire day. We need the water because we were in a drought for over a month and things were beginning to look thirsty.
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The wool trousers I wore back in the day (1953-1956) while in the U.S. Army stationed in Japan. The Khaki cap has a blue bead sewn on the edges and that indicates the person wearing it is canon fodder or a soldier. I did go from this to wearing one trimmed in red and that meant I worked in Personnel or on records and officially belonged to the Adjutant General’s office.
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There was a time when our world was different and people alive today would not be able to cope with the differences that made history for us. I remember how my father would talk about his “good old days” when the horse and buggy were a big part of his world.
He went out back to the little old garage and opened the doors, started his 1936 Plymouth and backed out. It stayed parked in the alley until he got back in a drove away. He didn’t have to stop and think about cleaning the garage like he had to clean out the stall for his horse.
There was no hay to put in the manger and no oats and rye for the feed box his horse ate. No, his car took gasoline and required oil changes and grease jobs about once every couple of months. I liked to go with him to Arcanum to get new oil poured into the crankcase—and how the grease popped out of fittings like a blackhead does when it is squeezed.
He drove to work every day and left an hour or two early. He got there early and sat down and talked with old friends. Once in a while when I wanted to go to Dayton and spend the day, I would ride with him to his place of work. I took a street car to downtown Dayton and spent the day and took a street car back to his work site in time to go back home with him.
Dad chewed Mail Pouch Chewing Tobacco—the kind we used to see painted on every barn we passed along the roads back home. There are still some of those old barns around but the paint is fading and there will be a day when the barns will simply fall down from old age.
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The morning after some rain was special when I spotted this green bottle fly perched on the petal of this iris.
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The Wheel bug (Arilus cristatus), in the family Reduviidae, is one of the largest terrestrial true bugs in North America, being up to 1.5 inches, or 38 mm, in length; it is the only member of its genus. A characteristic structure is the wheel-shaped pronotal armour. They are predators upon soft-bodied insects such as caterpillars, japanese beetles, etc., which they pierce with their beak in order to inject salivary fluids that dissolve soft tissue. Because most of their prey are pests, wheel bugs are considered beneficial insects, although they can inflict a painful bite if handled carelessly.
Wheel bugs are common in eastern North America, although many people in the region have never seen them. They are camouflaged and very shy, hiding whenever possible. They have membranous wings, allowing for clumsy, noisy flight which can easily be mistaken for the flight of a large grasshopper. The adult is gray to brownish gray in color and black shortly after molting, but the nymphs (which do not yet have the wheel-shaped structure) have bright red or orange abdomens.
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When disturbed, the wheel bug can inflict a painful bite. The bite has been described variously as worse than stings from bees, wasps, or hornets. Barber (1919) and Hall (1924) described in detail the effects of such bites. In general, initial pain often is followed by numbness for several days. The afflicted area often becomes reddened and hot to the touch, but later may become white and hardened at the puncture area. Occasionally, a hard core may slough off, leaving a small hole at the puncture site. Healing time varies but usually takes two weeks and may take half a year. Smith et al. (1958) reviewed the literature concerning wheel bug bites and concluded that serious or prolonged effects from these bites usually are due to secondary infection or an individual hypersensitivity.
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Melinda and Noah’s cat, Opie. He is a lovely cat but had a strong urge to sometimes attack Melinda and bite her. I am not sure if he still does that or not but I hope not.
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