Treasures from the Woodshed

Daddy and Mama bought the big yellow house when I was 13 months old. Surrounded by red barns, white board fences, chicken coops, and corn cribs, the house sat on 80 acres of fields, pastures, and woods, bordering a creek. They paid $10,000 for it. Grandpa Nutt said they’d never live to see it paid! But my Grandpa was wrong.

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The Old Soap Dish

It doesn’t look like much. And to most, it probably isn’t much. Just a soap dish, from K-Mart, one might assume. Probably purchased in the 50’s. Pink plastic with removable drainer. The gold trim of its crown nearly worn from years of scouring with Comet Cleanser. At first glance, one might easily overlook the esteemed position it held through the years. 

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At the Cross (Route 66, Chapter 5)

Ron was hoping to see ranches, but Texas is a BIG state and there weren’t very many ranches this far north, in the panhandle. We did see a few, and I was fascinated with their old windmills.. catching pics of all I could see along the road.

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Where is Everyone? (Route 66 Chapter 4)

We could often see Route 66 running parallel to the Interstate.  Any time we could get onto the actual Mother Road was good. We tried. And in New Mexico, we had opportunity several times.

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Get Your Kicks . . . Route 66 (Chapter 1)

“If you ever plan to motor west
Travel my way, take the highway that’s the best
Get your kicks on Route 66″

You’ve heard it. Even if it was before your time, which it probably was.

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Daddy’s Walking Sticks

The young wife trimmed a couple inches from the end of the whole ham before baking it in the large roasting pan. Every time. Years of this habit passed.

 One day a friend asked, “Why do you do this?”

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