My mom made wonderful homemade tomato soup. I think this in one of the lost recipes. She canned quarts of tomatoes for the winter time supply of tomatoes in earlier years. She stopped canning tomatoes after they were so plentiful in a can in a store. After all, as you know, they are a lot of work to can.  

Fast forward several years to 1995. 

Estes Park had changed.  On a trip back to Estes Park it was so crowded and full of stores, I did not recognize it. The only thing I did recognize was the taffy store and the little section of the river that is now the middle of town, where we had our picnics in 1945.

Northern Colorado 1947-1955
 
Last week I wrote about our neighbors who lived in the dry lands where winter wheat was grown. Helen, her son Bobby Lee and mother Old Lady Forsay, lived in the middle of a fenced in area that was full of animals. So the house they lived in was in the middle of a corral. The house was shingled with tin can lids and the siding on the house was the mashed cans nailed with various recycled rusty, bent nails. 

On the Farm in Northern Colorado 1940s to 1955.

My Dad loved to go to Sunday school and church and loved to drag every kid in the surrounding area with him. He would make sure to call them or go see them if they did not have a phone, to tell them that he would pick them up at a certain time so they could go to Sunday school. 

We always took our bath on Saturday night and polished our shoes. We decided what to wear and went to bed early.