Over the years, I have purchased so many otherwise-ordinary objects just because
they included the name of the maker. I don’t know what drives a factory worker to
mark his territory this way. Maybe to do just that, mark his territory, warning others
to stay away from his tools or his space. Maybe for ego, to say “I am me, I am here.”
Maybe just for the fun of it. Whatever the reason, the charm of these pieces always
makes me want them. And, I just don’t like to leave something so intimate behind.
Below, to the right of the wing with the grain sack pillow, is Clyde’s cart.
Brian took the time to make the iron sign, below, complete with mysterious symbols,
for his work station.
Factory molds include so many small interestingly-shaped parts. Did the workers who
used the molds see letters among the mix? Below, the word “build” has been newly
fashioned from mold parts by our friend, Jim.
Ken put “play” together with parts purchased from Jim.
I love it when the haul from one of the factory guys includes some funky-folky things.