This one is digging a bit back for the brittster. The photo was taken at my old home on Misty Lane in Middlesex, NJ. Pictured left to right are my grandman on my Mom’s side, me dear old Mum, and Pop’s Middaugh. Little known factoid, the house this photo was taken in was built by my Dad. The fireplace shown in this picture…I fell down the unfinished ash pit when it was being built. 8 feet straight to concrete. Zero injuries. Later in life I would become…breakable but at that point, unbreakable. I should also mention that since my Dad was a mason, he also built that pretty killer fireplace shown in the picture. That thing was no joke. Good times at Misty. The tree was in another room at that point but you can see a few little christmas decorations around the area. Too this day, christmas means smelling a burning fire in the morning after presents are opened.
