I only recognize a few people in this first picture. The couple on the right in front of the car is my Grandma and Grandpa on my Mom's side of the family. The fellow standing beside my Grandpa looks like it could be my Uncle Bub and the on the other side of the picture, the guy with his hands behind his head, is my Uncle Bill.
They went camping every chance they could get. It must be in our blood because I love to camp and always have.
Here is another picture of another camping trip. I think I know everyone in this picture. Starting with the one on the left with the big duffle bag on his shoulder, I will name them from left to right. The one on the left is my uncle Marion (Hank), uncle Robert (Bob), and I believe the one in the center is Tiny Russel, then my Dad (way before I was born), and uncle Milton (Bub).
You know, they all, except for Marion, enjoyed camping and hunting all their lives.
Many years after the above pictures, the four brothers got back together at my Uncle Bill's farm in western Pennsylvania for a reunion. Actually, it was more like an old family get-to-gether with a lot of reminiscing going on. I believe that was the last time all four of them got together. Just in case you can't recognize them from the picture above, from left to right they are, Uncle Bill, Uncle Bub, Uncle Marion, and Uncle Bob.
Well now you have met my uncles. I always enjoyed visiting with them and listening to them talk about the good old days. Now, let us all enjoy today because someday, these will be considered the "good old days", you hear?