During that year my father used to hang down in the cellar a lot and wouldn't let us kids come down there. We found out why at Christmas that year. He had made us all a "Skipjack" That's the first time I'd ever known my father to make us anything or give us anything. We thought that was pretty neat! Those skipjacks were fun too. They are like a snowboard with a seat on it. You sit on it and balance yourself while you slide down the hill. We used them on a small hill out back.
I have added a few more photos from 1959. A few of the next door neighbors are in this group pic. My sisters and brothers in the other ones.
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