Monday, October 15, 2018

Thirty some years later . . .

No I haven't been away from blogging that long.

We took a trip to Eminence, Missouri along the Current river for a few days of R and R. The last time we were camped here together our kids were little. 

It was a fun weekend.

Here's our camp spot. We roughed it as there were no hook-ups. However with a propane water heater we had hot showers every night. Of course there were plenty of hand made quilts to warm us too!

Speaking of quilts, Saturday we started by going to a quilt show in town. There were about 35 quilts entered. From what I saw, all but one were machine quilted.

 This was the only one hand quilted and it was made in 1950.

Next we went to Circle B craft show. It might have been the largest craft show we've ever been to. It was reported there were 4000 people there. There were at least 3 of the big circus tents and hundreds of small tents. Would you believe we left without buy a thing! Including not even a funnel cake or a blooming onion.

A re-purposed Canoe!

From the craft show we went to The Haunting of the Hills festival. Here are some beautiful axes from Dr. Jim Price's collection. Some dated back to Roman times.

Look at the amazing details.

Our friend Ray Joe Hastings of Doniphan, Missouri displayed his gig collection.

My blacksmith has a collection too, but not near this many!

Here they were cooking hog heads to make head cheese. Trust me I wouldn't stay for the final product.

Some nice baskets.

The blacksmith ran into lots of friends that he hunts with.

92 year old Jake shows one of his carved walking sticks he makes. We also have a couple of his hand made turkey calls.

He pulled this tiny arrow head from his pocket to show me.

The foresters helped the ladies pour their soap.

These guys were making moonshine!

Pictures don't do this justice.

The Alley Spring Mill, gorgeous in any weather.

I received my hand made wool socks from Karen before we left. They kept my feet toasty warm. She has an Etsy page.

He does such a good job cooking breakfast for me!

Sunday we went to Old Iron Works days near Salem, Missouri. This lady was making socks on an antique sock machine. She told me it was made in the early 1900's.

Look at her colorful broom. When I suggested to my friend Margie that she should try this, she told me she just had that very same day!

The hornets nest! If only I had a video of the blacksmith trying to retrieve this after dark. That was after his flashlight went dead. Did I mention they were alive in there?  That was until he gave them a dose of Raid wasp and hornet spray. It now is drying and will be hung in our mudroom with 3 others that he has collected.

Until next time.

Monday, March 19, 2018

How do you say goodbye to a best friend . . . . Philip Michael Cox 1949-2018

There is no way to say goodbye . . .  Death comes quickly. 

We have so many good memories of him. I'll let pictures show you.

His famous baked beans.

Phil and Bernie doing together what they did best together.

Homemade ice cream using an antique engine.

Margie and I at the Hamilton Steam engine show.

My first vintage sewing machine before Phil . . . 

... after Phil's expertise work.

A beautiful 301 Singer I picked up for Phil. 

Hamilton Steam Engine show, Karen and Phil.

She loved her blacksmith!

Phil sent us home with the juiciest cantaloupes. We sent him this picture of our grand kids using them on each other.

Phil and Nathan Robertson, who loved Phil like a dad.

Phil's friend and neighbor, Joni  made a cake for the BAM meeting at his house.

Phil forging in his shop, demonstrating at a meeting.

Just a couple of his mules, looking for a hand out.

My blacksmith was a saint and drove the bus in the background, with 19 women, to Hamilton Missouri. We visited Missouri Star Quilt. Phil came to town to keep Bernie sane! Margie was still working and met us on her lunch hour, the four of us dined at Subway.

His other girl Coco.

One cold day the four of us went road tripping. When he saw this horse drawn chariot, nothing doing we girls had to pose for a picture. 

Phil along with his buddies Nathan and Ken, discuss the big hammer that he rebuilt and  hauled to our conference in Sedalia.

We met in Arrow Rock Missouri one Sunday afternoon. 4 best friends!

This was their 46th wedding anniversary!

Margie took up broom making after Phil made all the broom making tools. 

The Bradley Boys! Phil had hats for all these friends that just happen to own Bradleys. For those that don't know, a Bradley is a BIG power hammer. 

The Bradley women, Nathan's Mom Beverly, Steve McCarthy wife, Lori, Me, and Margie.

A blacksmith gathering at our house, Phil and Pat McCarty visit.

 Another machine I bought for Phil. I believe he said his mother had the same machine.

Last year Phil driving us and blacksmith Willy in the parade. The truck won 1st place!

 Phil and his bride -  as he referred to Margie. Phil trudged through this weekend, not feeling well. The following week he was diagnosed with diabetes.

 The BIG ice cream maker, a 5 gallon one was brought to the Hamilton 
steam engine show.

 This was a  November  meeting in Doniphan. We took off early Friday morning. Bernie showed us a lot of Missouri state parks on the way.

 this sums it all up . . . 

I used this picture against Phil so many times. Margie had bought a big roll 
of quilt batting. The lady from the shop and Phil stuffed it into Margie's car!

The blacksmiths all discussing something.

Such a memorable day, Phil loaded the big Bradley on the trailer for us. Little did we know, 30 miles later we'd have a flat! I called a blacksmith who happens to be a highway patrolman and he helped us out. 

 The day before the Lord took Phil away from us, we were eating breakfast together. Phil found tiny bottles of Tabasco sauce in the hotel kitchen. I'm not sure who liked them the most, Phil, our 13 year old grandson Alex, or my blacksmith Bernie!?!?

 Saturday  March 10th. If we only knew it was our last day together. 

 Phil is being loaded into his beloved "Shelby", an 1948 International truck.

Lick Fork Cemetery, Gallatin, Missouri

So you can't say goodbye . . . you say until we met again my friend.

"It will work itself out", Phil Cox