Run Creek, Run

At one time in the dim past there was a lovely little rill that the locals called Peddlers Run, with the word 'run' being the accepted appellation for creek.  Then came government mandated signages wreaking havoc with long established place names - e.g. Peddlers Run Creek for one.

Road Side Cafe

By contrast these vultures have my admiration, doing a tough job admirably well - the only draw back this old-timer can see is that the Black Vulture has fairly well replaced the ubiquitous Turkey Buzzard of my youth, but then invasive homo sapiens have fairly well replaced the native population here-abouts except for a remaining few crusty types like Himself!

It's Official

The lovely little town where I was born and that I grew up in and around is now officially a jerk-water tourist designation catering to the likes of these jerk-water proprietors with their jerk-water signs.  Well to every thing there is a season ...

Shaking JFK's Hand

First Floor Bedroom

The original house was built from hand-hewn oak logs cut on the property by 'Eddie' Tuonomin, a Finnish immigrant, about 1920.  Later owners covered the walls with both stucco and sheet-rock as in this small downstairs room off the kitchen from which I early on removed the sheet-rock and then using a mixture of wood glue and cement along with chicken wire as a base, filled the spaces between the logs and left the logs untreated as they were originally placed.  Eddie was an expert with the hewing adze leaving the logs roughly squared and somewhat smooth with the adze strokes clearly visible.  The only rough faced logs were where the sheet-rockers had hacked away some of the natural sway or curve of the log in order to lay the rigidly smooth sheet-rock,  This is my way of testimony to the labor of those early immigrants to this little oasis of natural wood land on the peninsula between the rivers.