A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
Dad was always looking for new ways to expand his creativity and use of different kinds of wood veneers. Making inlaid Christmas cards like this one was one way he did something new. Each piece in the card is cut out by hand, then glued to a background. Probably made some time in the 1950s.
Aren't they precious? I lost money on pigs in high school just as I lost money on virtually every other brilliant business transaction I tried throughout my life. I just wanted to prove to my viewers that I was once a bona fide farmer and pig raiser. Besides, I got straight A's in vocational agriculture all through high school, having learned enough to know I would never make it as a farmer and that I didn't want to raise any more pigs.
You can see a photo in the middle of my cluttered desk in the Penn State photo posted below. This photo of three of my then four children (later five) with my dad is the photo I kept on my desk for years. We are at Dad's farm in Penrose where I grew up in a small irrigated valley 12 miles east of Powell WY. I was still taking mostly black and white photos then, since color developing was too expensive.