“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head –
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”
"When I was young," replied the Sage
"And hadn't the wisdom that comes with age
I thought indeed that I stood on my head
But now I know the world's inverted instead."
This is a snapshot of the house where I was born. I took the picture about thirteen years ago. (West side and south side, or back of house.)
I recently found this much earlier picture of the house. This was taken closer to the time I was born. (North side or front of the house.) This was the home of my Grandparents Morrell until they moved to California about 1939.
I thought it interesting that I remember Chinese elms on the property when I was a child and I found there were still Chinese elms there in 2002.
*Through absolutely no fault of my own, but rather via a fluke of unbidden circumstances, this moniker was applied to me. Fortunately, it did not stick as a permanent nickname though I was reminded about once a year, usually on July 5.
BBBH did this
And this which I suspect suggests that I am a prickly old thing.