The River Comes Up Our Street

Back in the spring of 1943,  the Illinois River flooded.  We lived about a block from the river and this is looking down the street from in front of our house.  This was also the first picture I ever took, according to the note on the top of it.  (I must have inherited that trait from the Pearce side of the family!). 

Here is my little brother, Bud, rowing the boat in our yard.  That is dad's old double bow boat that I could navigate very well.  I loved rowing the boat.

This picture shows Dad standing in our yard. Right behind him to his right is our outhouse. Everyone had to take typhoid shots since we all got our water from wells and they were under water. Naturally, anything for drinking or cooking had to be boiled.

Here I pose in front of the river.  I was finishing my freshman year in high school.  Certainly was not a fashion plate - although I don't think I looked any different than the lions' share of teenagers back in the forties.   I am noticing the pin on my blouse and remembering it was a wooden "CD", my initials, and I had forgotten all about it.  I wonder where that ever ended up?   Will post more pictures from this point in time on a later date.  (Click to enlarge)