This is a picture of Larry & Mom's wedding day.
I am sure Larry has a great story to go along with this picture.

I think it was the best day of his life... He not only got a great lady, he expanded his brood from two to six. All girls. Then Krissy came along to make seven.

Larry always said he would have sent us all to college on what he spent in toilet paper over the years.

This is an oldie but goodie...
Larry, Kathy, and the cute little shit in the center is me (Trace')

(I am helping Larry out by uploading pictures and such, It takes him a while to send me text so in the mean time I will try to explain these pictures until he can, I am sure his story about them are much much more entertaining :)

Madden vs. Maddison....

All I know about this picture is the hansom guy (dark haired one :)
is Jesse the son of Jean, who is a great friend of Larry's...

Always Horse'n around...

I am not sure if this is Kathy (mom)
or Krissy, hmmm who knew they looked so much alike on a horse.

***7/9/7 Side Note: It is Krissy on the horse. Here is her message to me (Trace')
Oh thanks, I feel loved, can't even tell me and mom apart! lol. It is me riding Ceezar at the Polk Co. Fair 2 years ago.

Well as the picture states this is the Wimmer Clan. Their brood keeps growing and growing, I think they are trying to compete with Mom and Larry, with the bun Joline has in her oven, I think it will be tied..(unless there are multi-buns in there?)







This picture is Cheri, Larry had me photoshop the picture so she was wearing a cheese bakini...Not sure why? But that's Larry, he just wants everyone to be wearing cheese.

Sweat Hog

I mean no disrespect to my real sweat hogs. Some friends and I went to the races at Cedar Lake. That meant party time! I was sitting on the hood of my Mudshark with a girl that I used to meet at the races. Some one came up and sucker punched me in the side of my face. I figured it was one of my friends so I didn't even turn my head until the girl turned and her eyes got big. I turned my head to see this big fat guy wearing a Hamm's t-shirt, so I started to laugh. Standing behind him was three guys and his girlfriend crying her eyes out. Maybe I should explain what happened.
When we go to the track we pulled in next to this pig who started going nuts and screaming that we couldn't park there. After having some words I told her that "I wouldn't park there anyway, you big, ugly, fat sweat hog!" So,we moved and I thought that was the end of it. But when I saw her standing there, I just started to laugh more. He started to scream at me, "what did you call her!" I just started to laugh harder. He then said to me, "Did you call her a big ugly sweat hog? You tell her that you are sorry." So, I did. I told her that I was sorry that she was a fat ugly sweat hog. I thought I was history at that point. After all, I was just one against five. But they just turned around and left. I couldn't believe it! I turned around and seen that they had more guys coming down the hill. I guess that scared them away. They had tire irons and baseball bats. They had come to help me because they had seen what had happened. I had no idea who they were, but we became friends after that. I have many more stories about Cedar Lake later.

Hanging out with Larry and the rest of the boys

This story I am going to tell about took place in the early 70’s. Kim Peterson-Bateman and me, Sally Mathews-Christiansen wanted to go sucker fishing with the guys. They were going to Kennedy Mill again and Steve (Kim’s brother promised us we could go the next time they went). So when the next time arrived, Kim and I whined until the boys gave in and told us we could go with, under certain conditions. Kim and I were always ready for a new adventure, so we jumped on the band wagon and said, “sure nothing can be that bad that we couldn’t handle”. So in order for us to go with them we had to ride in the trunk of Larry’s (Mudshark) 57 Chevrolet. Kim and I looked at each other and at the same time said, “no problem, we can handle that”. So we got in the trunk and they left it cracked open a little bit just to give us a little fresh air. (weren’t they thoughtful boys.) Kim and I thought this was just great. We would hang stuff out of the trunk and find things to put through the little crack, and I am sure the cars behind us wondered what was going on. When we got to Kennedy’s Mill, (oh by the way it was kind of cold out, very early spring) the boys let us out and told us that they were going down stream and we needed to walk the stream towards them and bring the fish to their nets they stretched across the stream. Oh boy, do I remember that cold running stream water, but off we went walking down stream. The boys were very happy with us because this was the biggest catch in a long time. We knew it was because of us, but didn’t let the boys know our secret. When it came time to pack up and head for home to smoke the suckers, or whatever the boys did with them, it hit us; we had to ride home in the trunk where we had just loaded our great catch for the day. Oh my gosh, the suckers were slimy, stinky, and flopping around and we needed to get in next. The boys now were really happy to watch Kim and I try and work our way between the fish in the trunk. They closed down the truck and told us they would do us a favor and leave a little bigger crack in the trunk for our journey home.