tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post1268077737888058978..comments2023-07-08T06:45:37.946-06:00Comments on Penrose Mornings: Blood Family Blog: The Early Day Metropolis of Garland, WYDwighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-60439514303901053792008-05-11T09:59:00.000-06:002008-05-11T09:59:00.000-06:00A significantly belated comment, but I too remembe...A significantly belated comment, but I too remember the boardwalk. Grandpa Wasden took me to the store to buy me some overshoes and I remember walking on the boardwalk.Louise Bloodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13720563725669666384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-4841699343230261192008-03-31T14:41:00.000-06:002008-03-31T14:41:00.000-06:00The other exciting stop in Garland was Gail Burke'...The other exciting stop in Garland was Gail Burke's blacksmith shop. Dad went there to get farm machinery parts welded. We were not supposed to look, but I always did to watch the sparks fly.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-86374411394459160392008-03-31T11:45:00.000-06:002008-03-31T11:45:00.000-06:00In later years I remember riding to the beet dump ...In later years I remember riding to the beet dump at Garland in the old truck and being in awe of the big steam engines as they roared into the "station". I loved the Post Office and remember when Joe Bob Cubbage let us help him fold the flag. Also, there were the years we went to the Post Office to pick up the crate/box of baby chicks. Amazing things came through the Post Office. Fun memories.Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-69466247220690276242008-03-31T10:30:00.000-06:002008-03-31T10:30:00.000-06:00There was also a bank - our grandfather's half bro...There was also a bank - our grandfather's half brother, Great Uncle Isaac Wasden, lived in the building after the bank abandoned it, until his death. The sidewalk was a boardwalk - I remember walking on it, holding onto Mother's hand. There was a wonderful picture of Joe Bob Cubbage in The Billings Gazette about a week ago, along with an article aboug Garland.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.com