Mom, Uncle Bert and Papa attaching the first aerial to the house at 115.
Funny to think he was a safety supervisor at Shell.
This was photographed from the back of the house looking south.
So much has changed, not the least of which is the standard for ladders.
The window behind the ladder would eventually be knocked out, wall and all, to make way for dad's add-ons in the '70s.
We used to have a dining room table in front of that window, and I remember sitting there the night OJ and Beverly (and family) showed up after dark, standing outside staring at me like some scene from The Devil's Rejects.
But I digress.
I have a feeling some of those wires are still dangling around the house somewhere.
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