Friday, June 17

We weren’t there very long before people began visiting the chapel – some came in alone, others with family or friends.

While the men – Cerwin and Chaplain Steve – manned the chapel, I went for a walk to see what was happening in the vendor area of the park.

It seems there is just about everything you may need to restore an old truck.

If you aren’t into restoring a truck you can find toys.

Chaplains Jake and Bob took the easy way to “walk” through the park.

There were a few pretty things for the ladies or those trying to impress a lady.

This is when I began realizing that something was wrong with my camera. See the pink sky. It is supposed to be blue. 🙂

I noticed it on a few of my pictures at Diana’s graduation. Our daughter Deb thought my camera was searching for light at the graduation ceremony because it was getting dark outside.

But these pictures were taken in daylight.

Some pictures are okay, but others have vertical lines through them.

We take the chapel here each year, so instead of taking pictures of lots of trucks, I try to come up with a plan. This time, as I walked through the park, among more than 700 trucks, I looked for the year 1944 – my birth year – and 1961 – the year I graduated from high school.

Notice the variety of states and towns represented in these few trucks.

Looking at the 1944 models made me feel rather old. 🙂

This one is Cerwin’s birth year.

When I got back to the chapel, Cerwin was talking to a man and his son. I obviously didn’t take this picture to show you the TFC staff who were with us. Cerwin’s left elbow is covering Jake’s face and his right elbow is covering Steve’s face. 🙂 The chaplain you can see is Bob. His wife, Betty, is sitting in the chair with her back to the camera.

Our circle of supper friends

Our friend Doug is inviting everyone to supper. Maybe it is time for us to get in line.

He asked Chaplain Jake to come to the microphone and tell everyone to visit us at the chapel and then pray for the meal.

There was lots of picnic-style food, but this is what I look forward to: shrimp…

clams

…and corn on the cob.

A pretty view on our walk back to the chapel.

An evening scene from the chapel steps. Sunset was pretty in Macungie Park.

We enjoyed several more visitors before Chaplain Steve headed home and Bob and Betty went to a nearby motel. Jake slept on an air mattress in his van, his son, Jesse, chose the bottom bunk of the chapel tractor, and Cerwin and I slept in the chapel on the sofa bed air mattress.

More tomorrow night.