Saturday, July 29

We had heavy rain during the night – 4 inches – and it was still drizzly, so Cerwin enjoyed his morning coffee in the chapel. During this picture he was talking to our son Jeff.

He went outside when Billy Sanders came to start his old Caterpillar. Prior to 1931 Caterpillars were black or gray, but when people began driving into them during road work, they changed them to bright yellow so they could be seen.

The noise drew some other men.

Jake and Jane stayed in a nearby motel while we stayed on the chapel. After they arrived Jake and Cerwin watched the activities of the field in front of us.

Cerwin, Jake, and Jane stayed with the chapel while I walked through the barns and tents that were filled with antiques.

This tub did not have water in it the day before but was now more than half full of rain water following the rain.

Some of the guys were firing up their steam engines.

These people were parked in a very wet area.

I walked over to the area where several guys were firing up their forges.

As I started to walk away, the man on the right said, “Don’t leave, Miss, I want to make something for you. What do you need?”

I said, “I can use a double-ended hook for a bird feeder.”

He picked up this piece of steel and put it in the fire.

I watched these two while waiting for the steel to heat up.

More heat

I made a new friend and he made me a new hook for one of my bird feeders. For payment he asked for a smile. I gave him a hug.

I stopped here for a fresh funnel cake before going back to the chapel.

It was drizzling, so asked for another paper plate to cover it.

Our breakfast

Later in the day one of the ladies whose family stayed in a nearby camper told me that they became quite concerned about the rain and wind during the night and were worried about flooding. As they looked out the window all they could see was the cross on the chapel. She told her family. If we run into trouble, just head to the cross.

I liked that. 🙂

After sharing my funnel cake with Cerwin I walked toward the auction.

Auctioneer

After a summer of truck shows and now a steam show, I think I know why little boys grow up to like trucks and steam engines.

There are so many fathers and boys at these shows.

Can you pick out this boys father? Yes, the one keeping an eye on him.

His dad had trouble keeping him out of the mud. Every time his dad moved him away, he complained and went back to the mud. 🙂

More tomorrow night.