Saturday was beautiful. We decided to visit an antique mall and then do some riding after lunch. First, the antiques.
I also found a 1939 map of southwest Missouri. Of course, Springfield was much smaller then. Also, please note that Glenstone ended at the National Cemetery. The road turned left onto Seminole and then right onto Lone Pine and proceeded south to Ozark through the community of Galloway. The old fish hatchery at Sequiota Park used to be a state park. As a young boy, I remember using that road to go south to Branson for a day trip. Highway 60 going southwest out of Springfield is in the shape of a stair-step. That is another good story. I could look at old maps and talk with people who used them all day….
While searching the antiques, Jan found a mirror and other treasures that will be revealed to their new owners at Christmas!!
After lunch, we decided to ride to Juanita’s home and turn over the remains of the ham[bone] from our Thanksgiving meal. The wind was a bit brisk, but we warmed up without any trouble.
While crossing the MLK bridge, I noticed that the city had spread chat during the recent ‘ice event’. All cyclists must now suffer for quite a while because of this action. I may have to pick another route home.
I realize that some of the following comments will have no meaning for those who know nothing of Springfield, Missouri, or have no connection with it. Nevertheless. Some ramblings (nostalgic, in this case). Central Bible College (formerly Central Bible Institute) is where my parents met and fell in love and got married. These three events led to three boys; Rick, ME, and Randall. Rick was born while my folks lived in a house that used to be located where the two trees are on the right side of the following picture. Another house was next to it. To this second house, Rick and I came the night our brother Randall was born. I remember coming there that night. Some years later, I was the ring bearer for one of the daughters from that home. The two homes are now gone. In their place is the CBC Chapel.
We finally got to Juanita’s home and had a good visit. She was delighted with the ham bone, bemoaning the fact that I had still not developed a taste for ham and beans. My feelings toward this dish follows this line: I do not say that I would never eat them, but that I prefer not to eat them. So much for ham and beans.
On the way home we passed the old Federow Iron and Metal Company on east Trafficway. I went to school with the owners’ youngest son (more history!).
After all this activity I found time to relax with the back yard fire pit while Jan fixed stuffed pumpkin for dinner.