JUNE BUG

 June 4th, 2026. Thursday. 

I'm wondering if my new nickname should be chief three sleeps. My mother, Carol, so named because she was born on December 18th and came home from the Springfield hospital on December 25th, was a night owl starting with her father because againWatson and his lovely somewhere from her early youth because her father Watson was a unionized printer probably before the turn of the century. 

Watson, and his lovely bride, had 10 children. Carol met Bill dittmer because she was the first of the Sinclair women to become a professional secretary. 

William Michael dittmer was the youngest of four. His father and I don't I don't remember the year of his birth but I do know that he was very impressed with Abraham Lincoln and grew up hearing stories that he would repeat. He was a Bible vocational amateur pastor and since around that time there was a clear delineation between cowboys and settlers his wife also was a keyboard artist back in the time when almost everybody in town if they had a hankering to learn the piano had one in their parlor. 

From a very early age it was obvious that I was drawn to the outdoors but also music and my first keyboard was an accordion. In the little town of Manhattan Illinois we lived in a trailer court behind Delaney tavern where my father and mother decided to settle down after moving from Springfield where they met and my dad, being the youngest, was also the wild child of the two ditmer with two t's brothers. 

Like the Democrats favorite president Franklin Roosevelt, Dad was pro Union. He also was a welder and an expert with dynamite and also came down with polio but since he lived in the country he was able to overcome his polio and many did not know that his one foot was a size 10 and his normal foot was a size 12. 

That's all for now boys and girls.