Antiques

Fired up the van (Steve & Kim will grasp the significance of that) and drove it to Ottawa, Kansas Sunday where we picked up a stove, storage cabinet and, most importantly, antique Singer sewing machine from Becky’s mom’s house. This is a foot-powered Singer, weighs a ton, with some very colorful painted decorations of the sort not seen on any kind of consumer goods for decades. The cabinet could use a little restoration, but Becky is quite pleased. Maybe later I can add a picture of it here.

The dandelions were rampant and about a foot high and I would’ve fired up the lawn mower but the splint that holds the handle together (Steve & Kim will know what I’m talking about) broke (again), so I paid the kid next door (Steve & Kim will appreciate the irony) $20 to mow the yard. He earned it. 😉

I’m noticing a couple of bugs in the blog program, so sometime soon I’m going to upgrade several of the files, which hopefully will not result in changes visible to anybody but me, or it might crash the blog for awhile. If so, and if anybody even notices, bear with me and I’ll get it working again sooner or later.

Tim & Wendy

Saturday Becky and I ventured to Manhattan, Kansas for the wedding of Tim Bunch and Wendy Lynn. Tim is the son of Patty and Tom Bunch who live in Ottawa, Kansas. Patty is Becky’s best and longest friend from grade school. It was a beautiful Kansas spring day, including wind that buffeted cars during the hour and a half trip along Highway 70. I took a bunch of photos with the Canon A-70, and the ones that turned out are viewable here.

Happy Birthday Floye

Jeffrey reports that Floye Ardrey will be celebrating her 93rd birthday this Sunday (April 18) at her son Bob’s house in Perkins, Oklahoma. I think her birthday is actually April 19. Those of us who can’t attend in person will certainly be thinking about Floye and what she means to us. I’ve been guilty of not telling her enough how much I love and respect her, and of not letting her know how often I really do think about her. She’s an inspiration to anyone who would strive to lead a “good life” in the Aristotelian sense, and yet she would be the first to protest that she possessed exemplary qualities. If everybody had even half her wisdom and character, the world would be a heck of a lot better place.

||I found this picture of Floye and Clifton in one of the boxes of stuff in Dad’s garage last Christmas.|