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.
Beautiful story and photo!
Great story! Can’t wait for the spring photo!
Thanks for sharing this history, Joe. Looking forward to spring and Uncle Melvin’s rusty bike, anchored in its bed of lush moss!