...of Howard P. Wilding! You were a good truck. I'll miss you...sniff. Be good to your new owners they seem like nice people. (Okay apparently I don't have that many pictures of you but that doesn't mean you weren't loved.)
My best memory of Howard was when we were younger and all the smith boys and the wilding boys were hunting. We came across a few poor deer on the run and it was kind of a drag race to get within shooting distance. Of course we didn't worry about safety issues in those days, so there were all the boys in the back of Howard and my dads old ford racing across the desert after deer. We finally came to a stop and my dad skids up to the right side of Howard and apparently was real close cause when he jumped out he got wedged in between the two trucks and there he stayed until the shooting(which was probably what WW2 was like) was done! I miss those days. I think that was the same trip that Scott wanted to take a shot at a deer from like 3 miles away! Ha!
Brad and I were married May of 2002. We added Camille to our family in August of 2007, Natalie in April of 2009, Emily in February of 2011, and Elizabeth joined us in May of 2013. I use to teach Social Studies at Rigby Jr. High but I've taken an ongoing leave of absence from the working world to play Mommy. I have a love for all things history and an unquenched appetite for traveling. Currently, we're living in and exploring the Northeast.
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How sad Howard is gone, did you get a new truck?
p.s. Did I tell you yet I love your family picture it's so cute and I love mil's hair.
Oh, and what exactly does the P. in Howard P. stand for?
We are now a truckless family...kinda sad. We'll get a truck sometime. I'm not sure was the P stands for it just always sounded good.
Goodbye Howard. My kids will miss you.
Howard...the truck!
(Remember Howard the Duck from the 80's?)
Be a good boy, Howard, we'll miss you!
Oh Brad and Karen you couldn't have. Howard is a like an airloom in the family. :)
My best memory of Howard was when we were younger and all the smith boys and the wilding boys were hunting. We came across a few poor deer on the run and it was kind of a drag race to get within shooting distance. Of course we didn't worry about safety issues in those days, so there were all the boys in the back of Howard and my dads old ford racing across the desert after deer. We finally came to a stop and my dad skids up to the right side of Howard and apparently was real close cause when he jumped out he got wedged in between the two trucks and there he stayed until the shooting(which was probably what WW2 was like) was done! I miss those days. I think that was the same trip that Scott wanted to take a shot at a deer from like 3 miles away! Ha!
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