No, not a giant but a rather small one. This is the last pepper in my patch and it turned red because it was hidden under the leaves. Madeline found it and requested that I blog it since I blogged my first one of the season. I'm going to chop it up for my "World famous" veggie-beef soup that I'm cooking for lunch today. The tiny wagon is the one Santa left me in the mid 1930s. You can see it was well used but they were well made out of steel in those days. The kneeling boy is made of crushed pecan shells.
My brother recently found these pictures of our mother and part of her family. This is a picture of our mother but I have no idea of her age when it was taken. Below is a photo of my mother with her dad and brothers. She was born in 1907 and looks to be about 2 here. Her Papa, our grandfather, was killed in a mine explosion at Palos mine in 1910. ( A story about that explosion is published way below on this blog) Three of our uncles are shown but it seems someone destroyed Uncle Ethan's face. Notice the antique bicycle that is evidently Uncle Willie's only means of transportation. I bet it took quiet a beating on the trails and roads back then. Uncle Ross probably had to walk.