Day 75 Wouldn’t want to be looking out
I am heading off to Missoula today to babysit Tristan and Lily while Nick and Kristie celebrate his birthday at a food tasting. It should be such a fun time. I am trusting my hired hand to take care of my cows for a brief time. We will be back for Grandpa’s funeral. Spent yesterday going through old photos for them to use at the memorial. These shotsI took at the steam museum this last week. Grandpa had purchased an old jail cell that is quite the centerpiece. There is an old booking book even with photos of the criminals. Don’t think I would want to spend much time in that ‘pen’ and that is literally what it is. This is the lock and the label.
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My Dad was the Sheriff of Powell County until I was five years old (his career from that point on was U. S. Deputy Marshal). Seeing these photos brought goosebumps! I remember standing eye to eye with locks very similar to this one many times in my childhood. We lived on the second floor of the Powell Co. Jail House in Deer Lodge. Downstairs were all the jail cells and all the prisoners. Though my older brother and I weren’t allowed to enter the jail itself, as children will do, we would sneak in there once in awhile and visit with the prisoners. My goodness, these photos are so clear they sent me to that place in my past just like I was standing right there at one of the cells so many years ago.
My most sincere sympathy to you and Walter and all the family. These photos are a wonderful tribute to Grandpa Carl.
With my love, Coleen