We called it "the old oak."

It's probably the oldest tree in my area.

That's the infamous river I tried to swing across on a vine in my youth.

I fell in. As a matter of fact, I fell into this river more times than I care to remember. 

We ice-skated on this river in winter.

I was always skating too close to the thin ice. 

At least I never sailed into the river coming down the hill on my sled 
like some of the neighborhood kids did!

My two daily drivers are parked out front:
the little blue one is the 2-seater "toon car" 

and the other is my UAV-- 
urban assault vehicle.

We never had Christmas trees as Ed was afraid the cats would destroy them so we had the Chris-moose instead. 

The moose was a wedding present from one of our friends 
who is a fine artist. 

He's a noted welder and works a lot with sheet steel 
and 55-gallon drums.

You may remember Buzz Bomb as the posting cat 
from the early days of the Burroughs ListServes.

Ed bid on and won this on ebay shortly before he passed away. 

When it arrived he took it out of my hands, grabbed an unsharpened pencil, put it in the sharpener and said it had better sharpen that pencil for all the money he paid for it.

It did. 

I've left the pencil he sharpened, as well as the shavings, in it.