I found this photo of my father, standing outside the school where he taught? Looks like there’s a rope to pull a bell. But I don’t know
My father taught all grades in a one room schoolhouse in Illinois and this was BEFORE he went to college.
There- I put it right in the title – Horse Piss Beer- so there are no surprises about the photo of the day. I try to keep things family friendly on the blog but this is about family.
My son Mark is on business in Kentucky and sent me this on the phone tonight. He’s near Lexington. I love when my family sends me a photo and says “for the blog” and the other reason I’m posting-
My dad always told us that beer tasted like horse piss. I think that was to make us not want to drink it. Now he was born in 1912 in Farmersville Illinois and grew up on a farm that included horses but I doubt he actually tasted the urine from any horse. My parents didn’t drink but my father’s father surely did and that is why my dad did not. So maybe he knew what he was talking about, the taste was like the scent? One of the reviews of the beer said it smells like tomatoes.
This is not an endorsement for drinking this golden colored brew ( I went and read a few reviews and am not seeking a sample!) but their website states
“Horse Piss Beer is dedicated to helping others. A percentage of the sales of the beer and merchandise will be donated to help disabled jockeys and adoption programs for our equine friends.”
My father and his warnings about the taste of beer made me feel my dad was sending me a message with Mark’s photo. Seriously. And so I share it with you.
and a photo I took in a backyard at a birthday party almost two weeks ago (thanks BJ and T)
Last year my Father’s Day post was honoring my father and this year I am honoring my son who is a wonderful father (along with Erika their wonderful mom) to the four children pictured- Anna, Michael, Jack (John) and Maura.
Murphy is an important part of clan so while I watched the kids tonight and we were playing in the back yard I tried to get a shot of each of them for the Father’s Day post, the 1000th post!
Happy Father’s Day Mark!. love, Mom
My family always called these vacuum cleaners but in Pennsylvania you “run the sweeper”. These two are in Clintonville (Laura’s Neighborhood) when we walked on Saturday. The sun shone down on them as they stood at attention.
A portfolio of my work would be incomplete with the garbage studies.
Roy Joseph Hendricks
Born in Farmersville, Illinois February 26, 1912-
October 26, 2002- (Remains in Pleasant Valley, CT)
Eastern Redbud planted in my backyard in memory of my parents by friend Ginny N.