Two upcoming events

August 16, 2017

As summer winds down here on the east coast of Iowa thoughts
turn to the west coast of Illinois. It’s almost time for the
64th Annual O’Reilly World Series of Drag Racing at Cordova
International Raceway. The 1/4 drag strip is once again home
to this event.

The World Series has been held at Cordova almost every year
since it began. And this year the event will be held August
25-27. Admission will be $25 on friday and saturday, $12 Sunday.
We’re told discount tickets are available at O’Reilly Auto Parts.

That same weekend, August 26-27, Farm Days are being held in
the Village of East Davenport. Hours are 10 am to 5 pm
saturday and 10 am to 4 pm sunday. Admission to this even is
free.

11th Street is blocked off for the event between Mound and
Jersey Ridge and the street is filled with older farm tractors.
On the grassy area of lower Lindsey Park there will be a rope
making exhibition, petting zoo, pedal tractors, and a Gator
raffle.

There is also a wagon ride available pulled by a 2-cylinder
Johnny Popper that takes a short trip through the historic
district. If we remember right most businesses will be open for
the event also.

Tough choice. A cruise up the Illinois river road to a drag
strip for some serious bench racing and noise or a quick trip
to the east end to listen to some Johnny Poppers. Since my
buddy I used to go to the World Series with is in a Nursing
Home it looks like we’ll go to the farm show.

Enjoy our wednesday and we will forewarn you that we may do
a rant tomorrow about all the nonsense taking place. Now I need
another cup of coffee and a Snicker’s.
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The question

August 15, 2017

Just got home from a visit with Dad and now have the chance to
put some thoughts here. As always we talked of everything from
the nut with bowl haircut to numerous bills received after one
leaves the hospital.

We talked of how we believe this is going to be a cold, snowy,
winter and how the last few have been mild whick accounts for
the larger population of birds and other critters. If nothing
else it’s always interesting.

His caregiver asked what I was going to do later and I replied
that trying out a new lens was a priority. Which led to the
inevitable question of “what do you take pictures of?” Followed
by “do you sell them?”

Well, I take pictures of everything and anything and don’t sell
them as it is a hobby of mine. So I take pictures of whatever I
find interesting at the time the camera is out. I never had a
class on photography and didn’t realize one must specialize.

I could almost guarantee that if I came across a purple gorilla
jumping rope on a street corner, and had my camera, I would get
a picture. I don’t try to sell them because they are of interest
to me and may not even be marketable.

Enough rambling, enjoy our Tuesday as we won’t get another
until next week. Now I’m going to finish a few chores so I can
try out that lens.
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Oldfart moment

August 9, 2017

Made it over to Dad’s today and had a nice talk. When I asked
him how he was feeling his was reply was he felt his age, and
he’s 92! So we talked about everything from Johnny Popper
tractors, to horses, to family.

I mentioned that the livestock barns were empty when we walked
through and he had an answer. He said it was empty because city
folk wouldn’t walk through because they didn’t have the sense to
walk around the cow patties or the time to complain to the fair
manager when they got some on their shoes.

If you think you’re having a bad day the picture below should
help you to a better mood. At a Concourse De Elegance, the owner
of this 1936 Delaheye drove his car on the viewing stand to get
an award, then it got crushed.

After I returned home I found out Country Classic Cars had a
big fire overnight. The 5-alarm fire broke out just after sunset
and nobody was hurt in the fire. This classic car dealership is
right off Route 66 in Staunton, Illinois. We hope they rebuild.

Oh yeah, the oldfart moment. As Dad and I were talking I heard
a phone ringing but Dad didn’t pick up the phone. So I asked him
if he was going to answer it. He said it wasn’t his phone and it
was then I remembered my cell phone sounded just like a home
phone. By the time I got the phone out of my pocket the caller
hung up.

Enjoy our wednesday and don’t worry about me. I now know what
the ringing noise is now.
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Thoughts and tractors

August 6, 2017

Yesterday the wife wanted to go to the county fair and I nixed
her idea which didn’t make mama happy. Then shortly after our
youngest son called. He mentioned 2 firefighters had been killed
this week fighting the wild fires. Timber isn’t that important
but surrounding homes and families are. Our condolences.

So we went to fair after one of my unhealthy breakfasts. I see
nothing wrong with eggs cooked sunny side up in bacon fat yet
it drives some people crazy. If what these people say is true,
added to my years of cigarette smoking, I should have died 17
years before I was born!

At the fair we saw some good looking livestock, some wild
animals, rides, and of course tractors. It wasn’t a big show
but we’ll share some pictures. And some of the tractors aren’t
even green.

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Mamabear can show the pictures to her grandson and make his
day. These pictures were taken by the wife as my little Sony
quit working after two pictures. Although the display showed
a full battery I didn’t charge it.

Enjoy our Sunday.
Comments are always welcome.


The fires

July 27, 2017

Our youngest is out working the Whetstone fire which was caused
by lightening and as of the 26th of July covers 2,104 acres.
The smaller Myers fire is also burning about 1,082 acres as we
speak.

Ten days ago the Whetstone fire was at 371 acres and the Myers
fire at 75 acres. Watch your 6 Kenny, things can escalate
quickly. We know you like what your doing but ask to remember
that while certifications are nice, in a tight spot a gut feeling
can save your bacon.

At least these fires were caused by the weather. We’ll keep
updated on this end and thanks for the call Kenny. A short call
is better than none. To all those fighting fires, be careful
and know you are in our thoughts.

This is short but we just wanted to get the news out there.
Enjoy our thursday. Now I need more coffee and something to eat.
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Looking back

July 23, 2017

Since it’s Sunday lets take a stroll down memory lane to a time
when things were simpler and morals were etched in stone. When
we were just wee little ones the family would always take a
Sunday drive after church.

The old 48′ Chevy would kick up dust on the gravel roads while
the folks talked with myself sitting on my mother’s lap. Oh my
God! Today they would be in prison. No seat belts, to child’s
seat, no air conditioning. That’s child abuse.

If you remember these rides you remember being dressed in your
Sunday finest, even as a toddler. These outfits even included a
hat and in the summer heat with all the dust could become quite
uncomfortable. So I’m told I’d take mine off and somehow manage
to toss it out the window.

Dad would stop the car, back up, and get out to find the hat
as Mom would scold me for losing the hat. After a few episodes
of this the hat was removed when I got in the car so I couldn’t
throw it out.

Then one Sunday I was put in a hammock that stretched from
window to window over the back seat and gently swayed as Dad
navigated the bumpy gravel roads. I would not recommend trying
that today. When the ride was over our treat was home made ice
cream after washing our face and hands at the well pump. And
everyone would drink out of the same tin cup that hung on the
pump!

Back at the farmhouse we’d change back into our work clothes
and gather in the parlor. Entertainment was an upright piano
if anyone there at the time knew how to play. If not it was
stories or Canasta until supper. And back then we ate supper as
a family. A good excuse was needed to miss supper and an even
better one to skip church.

After supper someone had to do the dishes and since the old
farmhouse didn’t have running water that meant another trip to
the well. Some water was then heated on the stove and poured
into a galvanized tub. When the last dish was dried the chore
wasn’t finished until to pan full of dirty soapy water was taken
outside, emptied, and rinsed off at the well and brought back
in.

There was no internet and the crank telephone was a party line.
No air conditioning meant looking for shade until things cooled
off after sunset. It was a different time that some would say
was a hard life. But we survived. And when we reflect upon these
times it brings a smile to our face.

Enjoy our Sunday as tomorrow some go back to work.
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Chatting with antique farmer

July 12, 2017

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Talking to Dad yesterday I think we both had a great time. He
was more talkative than usual and we covered a lot of ground.
Everything from one Iowa farmer losing his crop to weather
earlier this week due to storms, to how it’s getting crazy
trying to remember all the different sexes we now have.

We talked of two-cylinder John Deere tractors, some tree limbs
that were hanging in his back yard, and the summer of 1936. In
Iowa that year the temperature stayed above 102 degrees from
the 3rd of July to the 17th, when it dropped to 99 and then
went back up again.

The heat came after a drought that was the dust bowl and on
the heels of record cold and snowfall over the winter. Some
were predicting the end of the world while others strived to
survive. In those days before air-conditioning became popular,
many slept on their porches as the house was just too hot.

Grandpa always said tractors were a fad and horses couldn’t be
worked in the heat because they don’t sweat and would have
dropped over dead. So any work that involved the horses was
done at night. When Grandpa left the farm for the last time in
the early 1970s he still told anyone who would listen that the
tractor was a fad that wouldn’t stand the test of time.

Sometimes I see him standing there with his bib overalls,
matching hat, and brown work boots pulling a hanky out of a
pocket and blowing his nose before starting to talk of the
many fine points of a good work horse.

When it was time to go I noticed Dad was smiling and after I
walked to the car I caught sight of some smiling idiot in the
rear view mirror. It was a great day.

Enjoy our Wednesday.
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