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We arrived at Pennypacker on Friday evening at dusk. Though the
forecast had predicted rain, we managed to unload the car and set up
our tent with little interference from Mother Nature. I awoke
sometime after midnight to the lovely music of rain dancing on the
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Private Bruce McClay.
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Terrie McClay (myself).
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On Saturday the rain was steady, and continued throughout most of
the afternoon, clearing long enough for the men to engage in a short
battle before returning to camp in their ponchos. Another break came
in time for dinner.
I saved my two favorite photos for last. |
Doug and Carol's grand-daughter, Amber.
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Bruce and Amber. |
Carol Leach. |
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Private Bill. |
First Call. |
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Drill.
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Carol and Amber. |
Young Bill. |
Camptown Boys. |
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Sunday morning the rain ended and I was able to cook up a breakfast
of scrambled eggs, sausage links, and hash brown potatos.
My
friend Dana came by and we strolled around camp, did some shopping,
then eased our bones into a pair big old rocking chairs to listened
to some old time music. |
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Frank. |
The General's wife, Barbara.
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Amber washing the breakfast dishes.
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Amber again. This photo reminds me of Laura Ingles from "Little
house on the Prairie". What a pretty smile.
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