tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62591035106255816602024-03-12T18:58:42.011-07:00English TravelerI was born in the High Desert of California, moved to Yorkshire at 5(1978) and returned to America at 18. Married my bride in So Cal at 22, we loaded up our stuff and moved to Missouri at 31.#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-7461872240737011652009-08-06T13:12:00.000-07:002009-08-06T13:46:55.415-07:00Farmer MattyAnother video with Matty steering the tractor, with a little help from me so we didn't hit one of the trees.<br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-923642413c0e6df2 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="923642413c0e6df2"></OBJECT>#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-86050688539742708692009-08-06T13:09:00.000-07:002009-08-06T14:00:28.160-07:00Cap'n MattyMatthew shows how much he enjoys boats in this video, I think it might just be one of my favorite memories of Matty during the visit<br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-553026804a25e07 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="553026804a25e07"></OBJECT>#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-52885793227879421342009-08-01T13:31:00.000-07:002009-08-01T13:53:13.611-07:00Visit 7Some more pictures and then i will have to wait about a week for all to view before I replace them with more from the visit.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnSn4EoXp6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/ZhJOHYhYYFE/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnSn4EoXp6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/ZhJOHYhYYFE/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365097637862680482" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I didn't even know that this one was being taken, as is evidenced by my mouth open while talking (justice Carol?)<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnSn3x-of8I/AAAAAAAAARw/n7WcL3O_tVk/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnSn3x-of8I/AAAAAAAAARw/n7WcL3O_tVk/s400/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365097632855785410" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is a pic that was taken as we tried to get the view of Matty and Momma laying on the concrete, by the time the cameras were out, this was all that could be found.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnSn3sMM1DI/AAAAAAAAARo/o-nwUES57O4/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnSn3sMM1DI/AAAAAAAAARo/o-nwUES57O4/s400/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365097631302079538" /></a><br /><br /><br />Some have complained that my posts seem to favour Matthew, and to that charge I will respond "yes they do, mainly due to being on Matty watch and the fact that Abby was still in eat, sleep and do business mode.)<br />To help alleviate these concerns(although they must not read everything I write) here is a glimpse of later pics when both are featured. The Cute one is Abby being held by my second place wife, Cheryl(Sorry babe)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnSn259KbTI/AAAAAAAAARY/hLl33x3JF44/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnSn259KbTI/AAAAAAAAARY/hLl33x3JF44/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365097617817234738" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Captain Matty at the controls.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnSn3Y79UmI/AAAAAAAAARg/WyHSyrBgEiY/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnSn3Y79UmI/AAAAAAAAARg/WyHSyrBgEiY/s400/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365097626133680738" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Matty and I having a stare contest! Not really; he really wanted into the boat after we had put the cover back on, and didn't like taking no for an answer!#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-32566107109572450332009-07-31T19:19:00.000-07:002009-07-31T19:46:49.600-07:00Visit 6A better show of Matty with Momma, with a caution from his Mom to be gentle.<br /><br /><br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-546f089fc8a1de56 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="546f089fc8a1de56"></OBJECT>#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-68709841774774805222009-07-31T19:01:00.000-07:002009-07-31T19:21:08.968-07:00Visit 5Lori(Mom) came in to the house and announced she needed a film crew, "this sounds like a job for.......................Uncle James"!<br /><br /><br /><br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-dc04b15f507b0c31 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="dc04b15f507b0c31"></OBJECT>#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-58294378636407578392009-07-31T18:46:00.000-07:002009-07-31T18:57:42.587-07:00Visit 4Okay, now the important stuff; Matthew with the truck, boat and tractor! This post will have just the truck, with others to follow.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOfiaWmpzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vW4Qfn9Izww/s1600-h/100_1124.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOfiaWmpzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vW4Qfn9Izww/s400/100_1124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364806994666891058" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Since no one saw fit to get up with Matty and I on Sunday at the crack of dawn, we had to recreate the drive, but with the boat attached, we used a static display.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOfiJZyKYI/AAAAAAAAARI/kCGsmA9Xz94/s1600-h/100_1125.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOfiJZyKYI/AAAAAAAAARI/kCGsmA9Xz94/s400/100_1125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364806990116825474" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOfhi-KlUI/AAAAAAAAARA/VIPMaHPDLqE/s1600-h/100_1126.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOfhi-KlUI/AAAAAAAAARA/VIPMaHPDLqE/s400/100_1126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364806979800438082" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOfhYX8ZVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4bx8hObtPKc/s1600-h/100_1127.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOfhYX8ZVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4bx8hObtPKc/s400/100_1127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364806976955770194" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOfg40bn8I/AAAAAAAAAQw/WTx4GWo5dXw/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOfg40bn8I/AAAAAAAAAQw/WTx4GWo5dXw/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364806968485322690" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wanted to laugh, but i was very good; when we finished taking pics, Dave asked Matty to come out and he turned to the passenger side, said "no", and ran to the far side. He did not want out of that truck.#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-56218092841165507922009-07-31T18:27:00.001-07:002009-07-31T18:45:57.211-07:00Visit 3In the same spirit, we have more pics of Matty playing with animals; "Momma" our cat was of great interest to him, especially when she would "knock" on the door with her head. He would point to the door and say "cat", but that didn't mean that she was allowed in though!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnObM4loUeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/BFH1vt-ievk/s1600-h/100_1106.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364802226779345378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnObM4loUeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/BFH1vt-ievk/s400/100_1106.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />His shirt read "I don't look for trouble...... it just finds me!"<br />I would have to agree.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnObMtjV5BI/AAAAAAAAAQg/OgwOS1rsWkg/s1600-h/100_1109.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364802223816958994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnObMtjV5BI/AAAAAAAAAQg/OgwOS1rsWkg/s400/100_1109.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Uncle James hugging Matty and trying to play while Mom took photos.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnObMH08KdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kHHUVmHWyEQ/s1600-h/100_1111.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364802213690223058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnObMH08KdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kHHUVmHWyEQ/s400/100_1111.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is Matty and Momma; this is actually about the gentlest he was with her. Not sure if the size difference played into it, but he played about the same with her as he did with Scruff.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnObL1dAQdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PNkMVarlBFw/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364802208757989842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnObL1dAQdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PNkMVarlBFw/s400/IMG_0343.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnObLU_LJUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WdvzUvD2xeU/s1600-h/IMG_0344.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364802200042939714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnObLU_LJUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WdvzUvD2xeU/s400/IMG_0344.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The best picture would have been one that neither Crawford family was able to capture; Momma was laying on the driveway behind Cheryls car, and Matty was laying right beside her. The best was that as she got up, he looked as though he was mimiking her!#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-74129271072635758382009-07-31T18:05:00.000-07:002009-07-31T18:27:04.861-07:00Visit Cont.The mass of pictures continues; unfortunately many times i said as the moment occured, "where is my camera?" but when I got it, the participants were very uncooperative. Abigail was the worst in this regard:- she has the most beautiful smile, but whenever you put a camera in front of her she takes it away. That's okay, I have it burned into my memory, my niece is prettier than anyone you've got, you just may not know it yet, but that's okay; it's your right to be wrong!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOWOExe_GI/AAAAAAAAAQA/j93GgWrDCI4/s1600-h/100_1090.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364796749672021090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOWOExe_GI/AAAAAAAAAQA/j93GgWrDCI4/s400/100_1090.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Matthew decided right away that he liked the "critters" around our place! Not only is dog and cat in his vocabulary, he was calling our dog by her name the first night. The evidence will be coming later on in a video; he walked around saying "Scruff", and giving her hugs, even holding onto her tail as she walked with him trailing behind!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOWN_2grwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NcsaEEflwo4/s1600-h/100_1094.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364796748350926594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOWN_2grwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NcsaEEflwo4/s400/100_1094.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Matty is very proficient at getting into and out of chairs, I really wanted to get a picture of him looking through the bars, but again, kids do not follow your photography direction well.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOWNusg9vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZtntAodXJRI/s1600-h/100_1097.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364796743745599218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOWNusg9vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZtntAodXJRI/s400/100_1097.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOWNG4IFdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BdnFG4Cn03w/s1600-h/100_1098.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364796733056882130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOWNG4IFdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/BdnFG4Cn03w/s400/100_1098.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The toys that Matty is looking away from to have his picture taken is a set that his father and I played with when we were children! I offered for it to go with them but the other Crawfords declined; unfortunately none of us discussed this with Matty and when they were ready to walk out the door, he grabbed them, and had to be asked to find "smaller" trucks to take with him!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOWM2OLSVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/58XykM0tKh8/s1600-h/100_1102.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364796728585963858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnOWM2OLSVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/58XykM0tKh8/s400/100_1102.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you are to have Matty over at your house, just be assured that you will be left with some things in a different configuration than they began in! He really made me know what my settings were on the component stereo, as i think he must have touched every button and dial.#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-45306424768958012222009-07-29T05:43:00.001-07:002009-07-29T06:07:48.973-07:00Other Crawfords in LebanonMatthew(Matty), and Abigail(Abby) have arrived in Lebanon! Oh yeah, their parents(Dave and Lori), and Aunt(Missey) were here as well, but they come in second to my boy and girl. I shall be posting as time allows, since I need to get to all the things which went on hiatus in my jobs. <br />Here is a little to whet your appetite.<br /><br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-4b148ee420ad61a0 class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="4b148ee420ad61a0"></OBJECT><br /><br />It seemed as though Matty's favorite word has been "truck" for some time, and still is; so I knew that I needed to give him some seat time in the GMC. Sunday morning before anyone got up, he and I drove around the property in 4lo, but I have no pics of that, so I recreated it(without the truck moving), the only problem was that Matty didn't want to get out of the truck and his dad was none to happy. <br /><br /><A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnBGxqNi2KI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Sk2Jomwxsf0/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"><IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363864975156893858 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SnBGxqNi2KI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Sk2Jomwxsf0/s400/IMG_0352.JPG"></A>#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-78545327141032231482009-07-18T10:51:00.001-07:002009-07-18T11:09:59.893-07:00Boat Cover and associated pic<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIMT3pk3kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/oT-_4CvTMtA/s1600-h/2+small+bucks+001.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359860042019692098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIMT3pk3kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/oT-_4CvTMtA/s400/2+small+bucks+001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />2 young bucks (about 2 inch horns) crossed the highway together and got infront of my truck and that was the end of them. Even though the truck is tough, no match for the bucks at 40+mph.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIMTvKJMXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5n5lPDo5Pfo/s1600-h/2+small+bucks+003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359860039740371314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIMTvKJMXI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5n5lPDo5Pfo/s400/2+small+bucks+003.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br />The continuing saga of the boat. Dad had it down in Texas for the winter and did many improvements. So I set up to get a great quality cover so we can keep it in good condition.<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIMTQ5B0EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ooBq9NNYm3U/s1600-h/2+small+bucks+004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359860031615520834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIMTQ5B0EI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ooBq9NNYm3U/s400/2+small+bucks+004.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is a cool idea, it allows you to tie up and have the cover on.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIMS1mOlBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7KA7Mb6PuEY/s1600-h/2+small+bucks+006.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359860024288908306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIMS1mOlBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7KA7Mb6PuEY/s400/2+small+bucks+006.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Not much explanation needed.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIMSkhmaVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dYrw0EkDGPM/s1600-h/2+small+bucks+007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359860019706095954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIMSkhmaVI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dYrw0EkDGPM/s400/2+small+bucks+007.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There are two of these and are racheting(locking) that run around under the joint line, they do very well in keeping it tight.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-19920025767610509422009-07-18T10:27:00.001-07:002009-07-18T10:51:22.220-07:00Plano and the other folks<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIG83UvCiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vTSVLCGc-Eo/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359854149237148194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIG83UvCiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vTSVLCGc-Eo/s400/008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Here are my other folks, Bill and Janie Milner of Plano, Tx. After leaving Tulsa I drove on down and pulled in about 2am (tried to get hotel but they said only if I was tired). As long as I can remember they have been the other branch of the Crawfords, and introduced me to the Black Eyed Pea Restaurant, which is a required stop when in Tx!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIG8kT2pNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vFWMPUxoDmI/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359854144133178578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIG8kT2pNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vFWMPUxoDmI/s400/011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />These pictures are taken in the morning in Janie's beautiful garden. She fussed at me taking the pictures with her being such a "mess" but finally relented after I pushed a little. A true Southern Belle, her hospitality is legendary in our ranks. Bill is a gentleman and a scholar, always picking up us boys from DFW, or transition us to the Cousin Clan, and one time driving to DFW to spend time with me while I had a 3hr layover!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIG8RoCpxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rGNduzpq4v4/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359854139117578002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIG8RoCpxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rGNduzpq4v4/s400/012.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bill and I<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIG8DBMrLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qRUhK1mvglo/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359854135196560562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIG8DBMrLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qRUhK1mvglo/s400/016.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />My cousin Carol (Cousin Clan) talking while she prepped out a meal; I tried to get one of her not talking, but those of you in the know realize that it would be impossible! just kidding<br />Many in the family say that she and I get along so well because we talk so much, we don't have time to get upset.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIG7-zT5aI/AAAAAAAAAOI/v64HzUEBA1w/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359854134064571810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIG7-zT5aI/AAAAAAAAAOI/v64HzUEBA1w/s400/017.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Carol's eldest Kadye, and her little dog, Cowboy. This is actually calm for him as he is usually running around barking at me!#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-39741812155608271872009-07-18T10:03:00.000-07:002009-07-18T11:14:44.721-07:00Grace cont.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIA673I5kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sg9lranAwdI/s1600-h/100_5138.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359847519025686082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIA673I5kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sg9lranAwdI/s400/100_5138.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">Grace had not been around James since she was in grade school.</div><div align="left">Unfortunately she had to learn that James plays hard.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIA6tUhMKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tIO78b5qMfc/s1600-h/100_5141.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359847515122380962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIA6tUhMKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tIO78b5qMfc/s400/100_5141.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Good food for the party, getting ready to get dressed up to overheat in Ok heat and humidity.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIA6bGVdII/AAAAAAAAANw/kusuH7Utl1Y/s1600-h/100_5146.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359847510231053442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIA6bGVdII/AAAAAAAAANw/kusuH7Utl1Y/s400/100_5146.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Not surprisingly, James gave books as a present; happily Grace loves books, and was overjoyed to recieve her gift.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIA6IqB6tI/AAAAAAAAANo/HCtp2P9vUhQ/s1600-h/100_5159.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359847505280494290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIA6IqB6tI/AAAAAAAAANo/HCtp2P9vUhQ/s400/100_5159.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The very happy Grad, flanked by her Aunt Carol and 'uncle' James (she liked it because I am so much older than her, not cool Grace!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIA5oa90SI/AAAAAAAAANg/oM5wS4oK-wE/s1600-h/100_5161.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359847496627376418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmIA5oa90SI/AAAAAAAAANg/oM5wS4oK-wE/s400/100_5161.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Grace and I, right before heading out to ORU stadium in Tulsa and yes it was very humid!<br />Kelsey and I took off before the ceremony started and took off to Sonic so she could eat.#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-5501246457602851402009-07-18T09:15:00.001-07:002009-07-18T11:23:09.698-07:00Grace's GraduationGrace is my cousin Kathy's oldest girl, and they live in Broken Arrow, Ok. Grace contacted me and asked me to come to her Graduation:-Road Trip!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmH9GfR84xI/AAAAAAAAANY/fVKWut2eQFA/s1600-h/100_5126.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359843319465435922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmH9GfR84xI/AAAAAAAAANY/fVKWut2eQFA/s400/100_5126.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Party preparation before the Ceremony.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmH9GKXJkPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/T45JGqi1Jrs/s1600-h/100_5127.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359843313850093810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmH9GKXJkPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/T45JGqi1Jrs/s400/100_5127.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> The Happy Graduate!<br />Not sure if this means she is a princess or a clown though<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmH9F9SG89I/AAAAAAAAANI/35TULDegw84/s1600-h/100_5133.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359843310339290066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmH9F9SG89I/AAAAAAAAANI/35TULDegw84/s400/100_5133.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />These are the 3 graduates, (l-r) Amanda, Grace, and I've forgotten the boy's name, sorry!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmH9FaMU-_I/AAAAAAAAANA/T2_d8Qo309c/s1600-h/100_5134.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359843300919802866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmH9FaMU-_I/AAAAAAAAANA/T2_d8Qo309c/s400/100_5134.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Grace with her cake<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmH9E7M1fHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iFViRlxX618/s1600-h/100_5135.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359843292600433778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SmH9E7M1fHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iFViRlxX618/s400/100_5135.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is Kelsey, Grace's younger sister (16), who has already requested the appearance of the Crawford Clan for her Graduation in 2011. (I told her she better start with the invites now if she expects to get all of us there!)#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-19582234323484020052009-01-22T06:35:00.001-08:002009-01-31T08:11:48.672-08:00Remodel 4<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiEmiHy27I/AAAAAAAAAMA/1r-yPmn4u6g/s1600-h/100_0803.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294127159503412146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiEmiHy27I/AAAAAAAAAMA/1r-yPmn4u6g/s400/100_0803.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Problem!<br />If you are not sure what I am talking about, look at the sharpie marks, this is where the back of the bowl lies.<br />If I it left this way, it would be filled with grout .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiEmS2kOPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JIhWXyP0-wU/s1600-h/100_0805.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294127155404617970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiEmS2kOPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JIhWXyP0-wU/s400/100_0805.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mock up of the fix. Trust me the cuts are not the most easy to do.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiEmP70l7I/AAAAAAAAALw/8JEd0hJ5J5Y/s1600-h/100_0807.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294127154621355954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiEmP70l7I/AAAAAAAAALw/8JEd0hJ5J5Y/s400/100_0807.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is what it looked like after I spent about 2 hours chiseling out the tile and cleaning the morter out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiEluV1TCI/AAAAAAAAALo/ApwDPJlsHXQ/s1600-h/100_0808.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294127145603648546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiEluV1TCI/AAAAAAAAALo/ApwDPJlsHXQ/s400/100_0808.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Done; now just need the very small ones on the lintel, and wall tiles, and a full grouting. Remember, each surface must be done at the same time, or variances in color will show up.#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-61619669275971577312009-01-22T06:27:00.001-08:002009-01-31T08:14:38.678-08:00Remodel 3<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiCx3vCv2I/AAAAAAAAALg/zPekxjGJHKk/s1600-h/100_0798.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294125155260481378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiCx3vCv2I/AAAAAAAAALg/zPekxjGJHKk/s400/100_0798.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is what you will look like if you have to free hand cut large tiles (guard must be up to view guide line)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiCxrEPuNI/AAAAAAAAALY/z0gYKdPJOuY/s1600-h/100_0799.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294125151859751122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiCxrEPuNI/AAAAAAAAALY/z0gYKdPJOuY/s400/100_0799.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Almost done with the cutting, layout of the pattern, not bad, if I do say so myself.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiCw0ucVbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/98wA-HExkdc/s1600-h/100_0800.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294125137272788402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiCw0ucVbI/AAAAAAAAALQ/98wA-HExkdc/s400/100_0800.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Close up of the area, and yes I am going to paint the area behind the tank.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiCwo7rjYI/AAAAAAAAALI/YP6ruMUj55w/s1600-h/100_0801.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294125134107086210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SXiCwo7rjYI/AAAAAAAAALI/YP6ruMUj55w/s400/100_0801.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Done; at least I thought so!#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-2402621350769346602008-12-31T13:49:00.000-08:002009-01-31T08:34:40.576-08:00Remodel 2<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvqdcRAVhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yeKL1_NOOSM/s1600-h/100_0787.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286076379174032914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvqdcRAVhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/yeKL1_NOOSM/s400/100_0787.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One of the best purchases ever made by me was this wet-dry vacuum. Commercial grade and on sale for $50, so good the other Crawford boy bought one as well.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvtrK_OHwI/AAAAAAAAALA/2eOCHLR4OT0/s1600-h/100_0793.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286079913589088002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvtrK_OHwI/AAAAAAAAALA/2eOCHLR4OT0/s400/100_0793.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The first of the mud ran out and I was feeling the burn from cleaning and laying this set.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvphR3ZgAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3K-4yISfQWo/s1600-h/100_0794.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286075345590124546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvphR3ZgAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3K-4yISfQWo/s400/100_0794.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is the lintel, non cleaned and waiting to set up fully. These, although natural stone were found by me on one of my treks and bought what was left at the store for about $0.25 a tile or about $1.00 a sq ft!#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-51646102463744294692008-12-31T12:56:00.000-08:002009-01-31T08:48:49.794-08:00Guest Bathroom Remodel<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvjtT29bYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tT9HSTRuNhk/s1600-h/100_0784.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286068955213819266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvjtT29bYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tT9HSTRuNhk/s400/100_0784.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, I guess I need to start getting projects out of the way and done; I've had the main tile for this project for over 2 years and the accent tiles for just under a year now. Sound familiar to anyone?<br />I told myself that I didn't want to start on it because of visitors, and that can drag on if you let it.<br />Tile up (in the box in background) and carpet up and out, getting pad and tack strips out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvjtikMQBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IeS7S-MGYjM/s1600-h/100_0785.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286068959161630738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvjtikMQBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IeS7S-MGYjM/s400/100_0785.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The pipe wrench is there because the valve was not cooperating, and needed to be tightened to stop a slow flow of water.<br />The pad was not as easily persuaded to leave as I thought it would be and so it was back to a friend for a floor scraper (Thanks Don).<br />Tack strip didn't put up a big fight. If you believe that you are in shape, tear out a floor and clean with a scraper, it will work your whole body.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvjtxPGqII/AAAAAAAAAKA/EUhee_Ziy7g/s1600-h/100_0786.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286068963099715714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvjtxPGqII/AAAAAAAAAKA/EUhee_Ziy7g/s400/100_0786.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The tack strip in the corners put up a little bit of a fight, but it just required a little more use of the pry bar.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvjuIIyK_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/V3bIP5h7H_w/s1600-h/100_0789.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286068969247222770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvjuIIyK_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/V3bIP5h7H_w/s400/100_0789.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Something else that must be fixed before tiling around the bowl area; the flange is set 90 degrees off, with the slot for the bolts at the front and rear, instead of at the sides.<br />Also for you DIYer's, the flange should be fastened so that it will be flush with the finished floor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvjunQ4kwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PYrb9rHS27A/s1600-h/100_0791.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286068977602695938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SVvjunQ4kwI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PYrb9rHS27A/s400/100_0791.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Perspective shot.#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-84435991038445295302008-12-16T08:54:00.000-08:002009-01-31T08:53:58.908-08:00Coyote Christmas PartyThe Radio Station decided that we would invite all clients to enjoy with us our Christmas party, there would be no selling but just thankfulness for the year we had.Osage National Golf Resort was the location for the party and Candy Coburn was to be the entertainment.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SUfgB-Tx4LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2SKUvMNnzu4/s1600-h/100_0751.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280435412625645746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SUfgB-Tx4LI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2SKUvMNnzu4/s400/100_0751.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />First up was a mixer activity, build the largest Christmas Tree with balloons and scotch tape only, and in 5 minutes.<br />It was difficult in such a large group as there was no discipline. We had many more balloons than we used.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SUfgBZJC8PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lZlPlz1X-YY/s1600-h/100_0752.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280435402648514802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SUfgBZJC8PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lZlPlz1X-YY/s400/100_0752.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SUfgBEX9HXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ke5iFVAH04g/s1600-h/100_0753.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280435397073902962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SUfgBEX9HXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ke5iFVAH04g/s400/100_0753.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This team creatively (cheated) interpreted the rules and taped their balloons to the windows.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SUfgAtW5oKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3u6-21Uf9Gw/s1600-h/100_0754.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280435390895464610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SUfgAtW5oKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3u6-21Uf9Gw/s400/100_0754.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As the time got closer, under 60 seconds, the mad dash began, and many people just simply threw balloons on top of the already funky looking tree.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SUfgAYayxYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_X2ilq1oJ-o/s1600-h/100_0755.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280435385274647938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/SUfgAYayxYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_X2ilq1oJ-o/s400/100_0755.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The two teams in contention for the win; the gentleman on the right that has appeared in many pictures is a waiter who was intrigued by our crazy antics.#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-26973092027322714292008-12-08T17:39:00.000-08:002009-01-31T08:59:07.545-08:00Y.G.F.D. continuedSome pictures of the house itself I felt were in order, it was a very nicely maintained one, as can be seen here. It is located in Carthage Missouri.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3M9q2zRZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CpCgXYNZRNM/s1600-h/100_0749.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277599698196317586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3M9q2zRZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CpCgXYNZRNM/s400/100_0749.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The study/library with beautiful bookshelves, and a gorgeous half circle french window.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3M9L1zRzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gcOlJTUZXBM/s1600-h/100_0743.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277599689870624562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3M9L1zRzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gcOlJTUZXBM/s400/100_0743.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The front sitting room had this nice fireplace.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3M8jNp97I/AAAAAAAAAIw/yIMZggeAdvI/s1600-h/100_0748.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277599678964823986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3M8jNp97I/AAAAAAAAAIw/yIMZggeAdvI/s400/100_0748.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3M7oiVTDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zNdhFcbLsNk/s1600-h/100_0747.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277599663213857842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3M7oiVTDI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zNdhFcbLsNk/s400/100_0747.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In the area where I was sitting, this beauty was there, nicely carved and intricate in details.#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-64227144621529364802008-12-08T17:12:00.000-08:002009-01-31T09:16:56.046-08:00Youth Group Formal DinnerOur Sister Church in Joplin, kindly invited us along to their Youth Formal Dinner. This is the fifth year they've held it and it was really nice. They get a good rate on "The Phelps House" and then folks from church come and do everything. Russ (their head of youth) told me "I don't want you to do anything but come, eat, hangout with the kids, and enjoy yourself". Sign me up, my kind of job description; but I couldn't help myself, while some kids were having pictures taken at the end, I jumped in and helped tear down tables and chairs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3G8mlAOdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CHQ-K7GJpK4/s1600-h/100_0738+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277593082798291410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3G8mlAOdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CHQ-K7GJpK4/s400/100_0738+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This character is actually the Senior Pastor for Joplin, I asked Jeff if he was considering a career change, and if so he would have to remember to put out a collection hat, or at least his case. Very good music, in the way that I couldn't honestly tell you what he was playing, just what you need for a good night of conversing and eating.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3G8FZKMHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IyiV6S3Y7vk/s1600-h/100_0740+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277593073890242674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3G8FZKMHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IyiV6S3Y7vk/s400/100_0740+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />While I was waiting for the dessert to make it to our table, I figured I would get a few impromtu shots. Later, the professional shots will be available.<br />This table of boys was 3/4 mine and at many times was barely holding onto the concept; they were always on the ragged edge of wanting to go crazy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3G7-6s9_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AIXtWNHahus/s1600-h/100_0741+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277593072151885810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3G7-6s9_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AIXtWNHahus/s400/100_0741+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Actually, only Johnnie (girl), is one of mine, but I guess I have to claim the one to her right, since I did drive him down with us, although I haven't had the pleasure to have him in youth.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3G7QMPmKI/AAAAAAAAAII/6fytN8qzVxg/s1600-h/100_0745+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277593059608991906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/ST3G7QMPmKI/AAAAAAAAAII/6fytN8qzVxg/s400/100_0745+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />My other girl, Emma, seen here felt as though she was out of her element. She is a rather tall tom-boy, who has great talent on the basketball court, but really didn't want to wear a dress, and when we got there believed that I would allow her to keep her coat on all evening. I believe she came to realize that she looked just fine, but that is one of our goals with this outing, to coach the kids along the path, so they can get along with all occasions.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Very calm waters compared to what dad had us boys doing when I was about 10. Going out to a restaurant for a 5 course meal was a little intimidating, including the fact that not only did I have to dress nice, but was not allowed to ruin it by going outside and play before we left. Not all was a loss however; I passed, maybe not with flying colors, but enough that the experiment was repeated, and a few years later when our grandparents came out to England to visit I was able to instruct "start at the outside and eat your way toward the plate". I was of course trying to help my grandfather who was looking at the abundance of silverware and not sure where to start.<br />Although I fought it at the time; thanks dad, for equiping me to survive and thrive in almost any environment.#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-40993011985390684682008-12-05T09:53:00.000-08:002009-01-31T09:24:56.945-08:00Benton , Arkansas<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlxRZWE9BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NqXF-ZGOFjc/s1600-h/BentonAR_14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276372982116447250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlxRZWE9BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NqXF-ZGOFjc/s400/BentonAR_14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is my cousin Carlene and her husband Jerry Brazil. Dad and I stayed in their guest house. This house was in the area that many Crawfords and Ragans livedin, out on Kirk Rd.<br />As a side note, Jerry trains Border Collies and does tremendously with them, amazing control that I have not seen outside of Northern England.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlxRA8uuFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gl_ga2m-__0/s1600-h/BentonAR_11+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276372975567681618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlxRA8uuFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gl_ga2m-__0/s400/BentonAR_11+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is Aunt Monk, and no that is not her given name (Martha), but all I have ever known, she is 90, but still spry and remembering just how small I was the last time she had seen me, (8), what a difference 27 years make!<br />Aunt Monk seems to have been one of those amazing women that you read about, avid golfer, fisher, and such. Women golfers at all, let alone great ones were rare in her youth.<br />Sticking with strange names, she was married to Uncle Frosty. I have not yet heard why or where these nicknames came from.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlxQ1jq6hI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JZbGES-h9cQ/s1600-h/BentonAR_12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276372972509784594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlxQ1jq6hI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JZbGES-h9cQ/s400/BentonAR_12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The house that Aunt Monk lives in, is the house that she grew up in with her adopted parents, and that later she lived in with Frosty and the only house most of us young un's know for her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlxQcXGLTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QlkKLNkSP1E/s1600-h/BentonAR+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276372965746158898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlxQcXGLTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QlkKLNkSP1E/s400/BentonAR+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Dad's parents Dave and Viola Crawford are in this Cemetary in Benton , we had already benn around Benton a little this morning, my seeing Benton High School and two of the houses that dad lived in after they left Bauxite.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-53488368346206574532008-12-05T09:23:00.001-08:002009-01-31T10:04:08.847-08:00BauxiteContinuing the journey through my past; although I was never linked or associated with this place I felt and feel that I am linked to it in a way that confounds me.<br />While we were there, many times I would turn down a road, and dad would warn me that maybe a company man would show up and ask us to leave, I would brush it off, saying that if you act like you belong most people will leave you alone. <br />I know that this is a different attitude than anyone who has ever been in that environment would have, a paradigm shift in human thinking, that the generation or two that went before couldn't percieve of us as having.<br />Remember that this was a company town, with company money(not US Currency). The company was rule, what they said went, but at the same time I have talked with relatives who say that it was a job that people wanted to have because it was steady and better than other opportunities that were available at that time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlkvxiy9rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cKsqlr_NYKw/s1600-h/BentonAR_07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276359210357159602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlkvxiy9rI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cKsqlr_NYKw/s400/BentonAR_07.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />To those, who like me have never seen Aluminum in it's raw form, here it is. <br />No, this is not a rock with some ore buried in it, this is Bauxite.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlkvgAw-rI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BcVbWTFCg4s/s1600-h/BentonAR_05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276359205651020466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlkvgAw-rI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BcVbWTFCg4s/s400/BentonAR_05.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This angle allows you to better see the nature of the ore.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlkvEjJa4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/f3C6W8VroRM/s1600-h/BentonAR_06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276359198279035778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlkvEjJa4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/f3C6W8VroRM/s400/BentonAR_06.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aluminum foil to my generation, usually begins with Reynold's Wrap, but it was originally Alcoa (Aluminum Company of America). My family thought it was crazy that when Alcoa was mentioned to me, I asked "You mean the wheel company?"<br />Bauxite was vital, as this plaque shows, remember the planes that made victory possible were all skinned with it.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlkuQp4ddI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SP3kHHwBHtY/s1600-h/BentonAR_03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276359184348640722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlkuQp4ddI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SP3kHHwBHtY/s400/BentonAR_03.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pete was my Grandfathers (Dave H. Crawford) brother. Pete had no sons and so the Crawford name stopped on this line.#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-85508642726894603042008-12-05T08:29:00.000-08:002009-01-31T10:10:33.894-08:00Bauxite, ArkansasStrange, I can't describe what it is like when you are already in mid-age and find out things about your past or lineage, that previously were unknown to you.<br />While I am sure that in the many trips that were made by my parents to Arkansas in my childhood, I cannot remember ever going to Bauxite. I do remember Benton and some relatives but not this mythical <em>Bauxite</em> that was talked of within the Crawford/Ragan side.<br />April 2008, when dad was back in Lebanon, we decided that it was time to introduce me to the family that I didn't know, and see Bauxite while we were at it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlYw1BBU2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2xodzvl94uU/s1600-h/BentonAR_02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276346034329572194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlYw1BBU2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/2xodzvl94uU/s400/BentonAR_02.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is a plaque for my Great-Grandpa & Grandma Ragan, I never met either one; in fact the whole side of my fathers family is mostly unknown to me, that's what this trip was all about.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlYwmhGBOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Dp1tJV9h5D8/s1600-h/BentonAR_08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276346030437565666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlYwmhGBOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Dp1tJV9h5D8/s400/BentonAR_08.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This shows the location of the plaque, it is the third to the left, superceded by Alcoa and Reynolds who owns Bauxite.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlYvmIoW8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/E3BUOoxJ4_k/s1600-h/BentonAR_01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276346013155089346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlYvmIoW8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/E3BUOoxJ4_k/s400/BentonAR_01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This house was one of the houses that bosses and high end would have lived in in Bauxite, now it is home for a caretaker. Nothing much has been changed to the exterior except for using vinyl siding. This was pretty high living back in the 30's-40's in rural Arkansas.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlYu67P2dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3ne_bwYqvAI/s1600-h/BentonAR_00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276346001556232658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au9ZP-mCd1c/STlYu67P2dI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3ne_bwYqvAI/s400/BentonAR_00.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br />What you are looking at now is the community center for the workers. The story is told of what Grandpa Cass would do. After he had gotten too old to work in the mines,<em>(I have been informed by father, that my informationis incorrect; he contracted out wagon, horses and drivers to haul the ore out of the mines)</em> the company had given him the job of janitor/caretaker for the facility. I have cleaned up the verbage, but I am told whenever someone would be doing something reckless or even driving faster than Cass liked, he would yell from the porch, "Go on, Hell ain't half full yet!"#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-34760045031922643642008-12-02T08:45:00.000-08:002008-12-02T08:58:18.756-08:00Turkey Drop 3<p>We have a winner!</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy7HiFmOiYHi6MQCr3XfqUwgIJl4MajB6qjzOD-6JF8COhXN1gUAxJbq8rnlL6VxHtrDGDbD9foStPcpkTibA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p>#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6259103510625581660.post-78844623046280020992008-12-02T08:16:00.000-08:002008-12-02T08:44:54.509-08:00Turkey Drop Continued 2Didn't make it in but fun nontheless.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzzvskXIg-fZPV2AkPdLH0F_mbmij9eWHuqRkelQR_NGAP6w1s6NscPF3xQ-gUGGP7BYhL-NjGq7VKahCDqxw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>#2 Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740200838867604760noreply@blogger.com0