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Monday, August 20, 2007

The Stump With Rocks In It

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Originally uploaded by Tim Morgan
In this picture: me on the left, hunting eggs; dad sitting with legs crossed as he usually was, watching.

While I don't remember this particular Easter hunt, I do remember the stump that sat next to the pool for so long. It served as a convenient seat, a launching point for toy cars, and other purposes I'm sure.

It had a hole in the middle, in which my sister and my cousins and I would drop toys and rocks and such. I think Dad ruined a few chainsaw blades from the numerous rocks inside once he finally decided to rid our yard of the stump's presence.

He joked about that stump on occasion, and the frustration he endured in removing it. Ahhh, memories.

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