Story and Photo by Joseph Boyle
Back in 1925 my wife’s Uncle Melvin was born. He would have been a candidate for his first bicycle in about 1931 when he turned six years old.
I met Uncle Melvin in 1962; he died in 1964.
Uncle Melvin’s bicycle lay around inside the family woodshed for many decades. One day we rescued his bicycle and made it a part of our home landscaping.
The bicycle lovingly reminds us of Uncle Melvin.
Mother Nature dressed up our yard art with a blanket of snow. It is my hope that you might enjoy seeing a photo of Uncle Melvin’s childhood bike which Mother Nature and I call Frozen in Time.
In the late spring when the snow is gone, there will be flowers overflowing from the two wicker baskets attached to the bike. Maybe then I should submit another photo that could be titled, The Hope of Springtime.