Jimmy MacIver was 92 when he died; 7 days after his youngest daughter Margaret passed. My mother. Worst week ever. I was 11.
I never really got to know him the way I would have liked to. However, he kept a log, what some would call a diary, and I own 7 of those. He was a horseman just before the automobiles came into vogue.
I remember people saying how cantankerous he was. He was very old then.
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Seems as honest and stubborn man 💯👍
Great post and great image!
Have a beautiful Saturday🌷🌷🌷
Thank you, Luisa, you as well!
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You’re highly welcome!