Skiing

Somewhere around the late 1960's, Lake Granbury was born. Dad bought a used ski boat. It wasn't too much to look at, but many of my favorite family memories are of times in that boat. I really don't remember that Dad ever skied, but he was a great driver for Terry, myself and anyone else who came along and wanted to water-ski. I remember that many times we would connect the boat to the pickup,
Sheila

Mom would prepare a picnic supper and we would meet Dad in Granbury on his way home from working all day at Bell. After eating a bit, he would pull us around the lake until near sundown. Those were fun times.