When Jerry calls, I come running! Jerry is my much-loved friend and upholsterer, and
a trip to his workshop nets more than just fabulous grain sack furniture. There are always
babies of some kind…this time it’s chicks. 10 of them, all hatched by one busy hen. The
chicks weren’t all that pleased to have me in the hen house with my camera so there are
no pictures of the tiny, multi-colored balls of fluff today.
There’s some beautiful grain sack furniture, though, so it’s chairs… not chicks… for now!
Thank you, Jerry!
Riding along in the middle of nowhere through central New York’s Leatherstocking
district looking for antiques, we spotted an old milk truck grill languishing in the
weeds on the side of a fabricator’s shop. We love old cars as much as old anything
else so, of course, we u-turned and headed back to see if it was for sale.
The owner was not only willing but was ready and able……
ready to cut out the radiator and other unwanted (by us) parts. And able to roll out
some stories about cars in particular and life in general.
The grill now graces the wall of our barn reminding us of antique cars we have owned
and loved but don’t have time for right now and how lucky we are to come across
these treasures…the stuff and the stories… that make life so much fun.