This is a picture of my in-laws, Harold and Kaye. Harold is one of the hardest working men I know, and now he has cancer. He's probably hauled more junk off this reservation than any other single person will ever haul. When he started to get arthritis in his hands he had to quit doing the trade he had done for a good portion of his life, sheetrocking. Instead of giving up, he started recycling scrap metal, something he could do, even with fingers that were starting to curl and failing strength in his hands. Anyone who has ever seen Harold driving toward Cut Bank has been amazed by the amount of scrap metal he had piled into the back of the old beat-to-crap 1/2 ton Ford pickup he uses to haul his scrap. He's carried between 2 and 3 tons of scrap metal at time from Browning to Cut Bank. Harold is 80 years old and has loaded almost every ton of scrap metal by himself with only a come-along and a high-lift jack! He says he has hauled at least 300 tons of scrap metal off the Blackfeet reservation. It doesn't seem fair that he's worked hard all his life, and now, in the latter years of his life, he has to fight for his life because he has cancer. He isn't one to throw in the towel, though. He's still (when he can) out "scrapping."
he girls ran separate legs in a team marathon. From left to right, they are: Waverly Shawl, Sharon Tucker (my wife), Melanie Magee, and Angela Thompson.
