Bob's November Photographs

At two years old, mom and Ron have to hold my hand to keep me from disappearing and visiting the aliens again. Or, so the story goes.

1951. So, I'm still interested in where Ron's face went. Maybe Ron planned a quick "get away" on the scooter leaning against the fence.

Dressed alike, Ron and I pose with our mother for this photo taken in 1953. I was three years old

Here is our family in October, 1953 as we were visiting friends in Spokane, Washington. It's amazing how Ron and I always picked out the same outfits to wear! Nice cuffs on the jeans, too.

Here I am in 1955 doing a bit of weeding in the flower borders in our back yard.

Ron checks out the forest with a new pair of binoculars. Our garden can be seen in the background. Looks like a good year for corn.

Here is the house in Bellevue. We called it "Sunset Ranch". It had a wonderful view of the Olympic mountains. Notice the new Chevy in our circular driveway

All dressed up for that first school photo. Too bad it wasn't in color!

Little Bobby in the first grade.
Great hair cut.

What a wonderful photograph.They must have had a very difficult time making me smile.

At ten years old, here I am huffing and puffing to blow out my birthday candles. Although it appears that I am being "ape-like", you might notice that I am holding a match in my hand. Can you make out what is written in icing on the top of the cake?

	Dad holds Ron and I for this picture taken in 1950. I believe it was taken in Marietta, Georgia.	At two years old, mom and Ron have to hold my hand to keep me from disappearing and visiting the aliens again. Or, so the story goes.

Were we learning a new dance routine? Doing the wave? Or maybe Ron was saying, "I'm soooo coool!" Just kidding	!		Less than one year old, I am held securely by Ron for this photo. It must have been hard work, because I have my tongue going full speed ahead.

	Our house in Gold Beach, Oregon, in 1950. Ron is standing against the chimney. You can see the family vehicle (a jeep) peeking from the corner of the house.	1951. So, I'm still interested in where Ron's face went. Maybe Ron planned a quick "get away" on the scooter leaning against the fence.	.

One of the risks of mask wearing is a good poke in the eyeball.			Not even two years old and I'm already trying to reach the pedals and ride off into the sunset. Obviously the horn held great facination for me. The adults though otherwise and made it more difficult for me to announce my presence.

	At barely two years old, I am being held captive by Daffy Duck. Or, was it that I was insisting on removing that ugly mask to see if Ron was still behind it?	Dressed alike, Ron and I pose with our mother for this photo taken in 1953. I was three years old	.

Here is our family in October, 1953 as we were visiting friends in Spokane, Washington. It's amazing how Ron and I always picked out the same outfits to wear! Nice cuffs on the jeans, too.			Ruby Blakemore poses with the gang in February, 1954. From left to right, Larry Kammer, Bob Zimmerman, Ruby, Ron Zimmerman and Ed Kammer. Looks like Ron is yelling "SMILE!"

	Here I am in 1955 doing a bit of weeding in the flower borders in our back yard.	Ron checks out the forest with a new pair of binoculars. Our garden can be seen in the background. Looks like a good year for corn.

Here is the house in Bellevue. We called it "Sunset Ranch". It had a wonderful view of the Olympic mountains. Notice the new Chevy in our circular driveway	.		Here is Bill Zimmerman in 1956, doing what he really enjoyed. Those are quite the steaks.

	All dressed up for that first school photo. Too bad it wasn't in color!	Little Bobby in the first grade. Great hair cut.

What a wonderful photograph.They must have had a very difficult time making me smile.			So here I was in the third grade. Is that a devilish smirk on my face? At least I still had a full head of hair!

	At ten years old, here I am huffing and puffing to blow out my birthday candles. Although it appears that I am being "ape-like", you might notice that I am holding a match in my hand. Can you make out what is written in icing on the top of the cake?