tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67291668378773162382024-02-22T04:38:15.953-06:00Thoughts from a Route 66 Business OwnerLaurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.comBlogger1665125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-34334645261024317472016-09-23T15:10:00.000-05:002016-09-23T15:23:35.158-05:00Laurel Richards Kane, 1946-2016<span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "raleway" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">In January 2016, we lost Laurel R. Kane, beloved operator of the visitor's center at Afton Station. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Visitors to Afton Station from around the world would find, and later seek out, a welcome and a smile from Laurel. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Her vast knowledge of the "Mother Road," her kind nature and quick wit endeared her to those who stopped by Afton Station, making her a Route 66 celebrity. "Oh, we love our visitors," Laurel was known to say. Since opening Afton Station, Laurel reckoned she greeted over 7,000 visitors a year. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "raleway" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><a href="http://www.tulsaworld.com/obituaries/localobituaries/laurel-richards-kane/article_e321f44c-7aa2-5668-9dbd-af3d7c32118d.html">Here is her obituary</a> as published in the Tulsa World, from February 14, 2016. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: "raleway" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">For more information about Afton Station, including operating hours and contact information, please visit the Afton Station website, <a href="http://www.aftonstationroute66.com/">www.aftonstationroute66.com.</a></span><br />
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Learning a new computer. Keeping medical appointments. Cleaning my office. Reorganizing after Christmas. . . On and on and on.... and yet not enough time or material to craft a very exciting blog post. On the other hand I don't want to lose readers who may have given up on me, thinking I've disappeared into a mole hole or flown away on the wings of a giant hawk. Nothing at all so romantic, I'm right here where I have always been.<br />
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On Saturday I finally got away to drive up to Afton and check on the Station. It is just fine. Earlier in the week, Robin had opened up for a group of three men who were visiting from Texas. They were in Oklahoma for the Chili Bowl Nationals (midget cars) so I was honored that they wanted to take one day off from the races to drive up to Afton to see the Packards. Robin took this photo. I'm sorry I missed them.<br />
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Last week Ron M. and I drove down to the Brady neighborhood of downtown Tulsa to see a very remarkable art installation there. It is truly breathtaking! Read about it here.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">From time to time, local high school students ask to have their senior pictures taken at the Station. Robin's granddaughter posed for some great ones this month. She is a beautiful lady with a beautiful car.</span><br />
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Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-50462582870324640202016-01-03T07:44:00.000-06:002016-01-07T15:03:41.503-06:00Learning to Love (or at least like) VacationIs there something wrong with me? I'm not sure I like having all this free time. I long to go back to Afton, if for no other reason just to check up on things at the Station. I know everything is fine there because I have enough people who would tell me if there was a problem, but I still miss it.<br />
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My new computer is beautiful but frustrating. When I stare it with defiance in my eyes, it stares back and tells me that I'm just a dolt who is either too dumb or too old to keep up with technology. Despite it sitting there on my desk exuding the willingness to make my life easier, clearly we maintain an adversarial relationship. But I am catching on more and more now. In a few weeks I'm sure I'll look back at these times and realize that my cyber nervousness was just a phase. After all, yesterday I only had to call Ron M. once to hysterically report my inability to recover my files using Carbonite.<br />
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And speaking of Ron M. . . . my praise of that wonderful man is long overdue. In case you haven't noticed, I use him for so many things and he never complains. Now that I'm mainly in a wheelchair, he hauls my groceries and other heavy thing, he boosts my wheelchair in and out of my car, he listens to my countless complaints, and he is my most faithful and constant volunteer at Afton Station. All this, and in exchange I feed him an occasional meal that that's just about all. I have become hooked on his wisdom and gentle ability to make things seem not as bad as they really are. Thanks, Ron!<br />
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Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-15880429322204354182015-12-26T15:15:00.001-06:002015-12-26T15:15:38.833-06:00Holiday MusingsThat I am sitting here in a thunderstorm the day after Christmas would seem odd to me except that it's actually been a pretty odd holiday season all the way around..By that I mean unlike any from my past. There was no Christmas party this year, due to the infirmity of the hostess. I did not decorate, unless you count turning on the electric candles in the window which I never took down from last year. Plug them in and poof -- decorated!<br />
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Christmas itself was nice, however. I "Face Timed" it with my daughter in Chicago and her boyfriend, an exercise in online holiday-ing which, for about two hours, felt like the real thing. Getting to that point, however, nearly cost me my grasp on reality. I was so frustrated by getting the iPad to operate properly that I almost lost my ability to breathe. I thought for while there that I'd need to breathe into a paper bag just to regain my equanimity. With the help of Ron M., via phone, who suggested I make sure my WiFi router was turned on (it wasn't) and a few tweaks by daughter and boyfriend, it worked like a charm.<br />
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Ron M. and I had decided the day before that he would seek out one of those pre-made holiday dinners that are offered by local grocery stores (turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, the basics) but when he started calling around to order one, he found that they were sold out long ago. Hmm.... this caused a little problem. I first decided to just forget about food altogether. Ron could eat at his house and I'd throw something together here for myself. However, my guilt took over and I told Ron not to worry, that I would craft a meal out of what I had in my (quite bare) fridge and pantry. As a result, I believe that our Christmas dinner was a few notches below those being offered at the local homeless shelter. At least the shelter offered meat! Our dinner consisted of acorn squash and creamed peas and potatoes. A veritable vegetarian feast! In fact, it was good, although I still hope that the shelter did better.<br />
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Two days before Christmas, we decided to take a ride on Route 66 and look for some interesting and festive photo ops for this blog. We started driving east, then west with little success. Nevertheless, here are a few things we saw. These are not great photos, but they represent what we observed.<br />
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Three new storefronts, all made from rescued buildings. It's always nice to note that tearing down the old and replacing it with the new isn't necessarily the best way. In fact, it rarely is. These restorations give 11th St. (Route 66) a new feeling, and yet they are also a breath of the past.<br />
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Here's a mew mural on the side of an old building. I am not sure what it advertises, if anything, but it adds color and eye appeal to the surroundings.<br />
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Over on Southwest Blvd. (Route 66 across the river on the other side of Tulsa) it appears that a new mural is being painted at the Route 66 Village. It will accompany the beautiful Frisco train, and the oil derrick. all symbols of the old Mother Road.<br />
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A couple of years ago, the Goodwill erected a new sign in the "googie" tradition, honoring Route 66. This year, another one went up on the other end of the property. We couldn't be more delighted that Goodwill chose to honor Route 66 twice in this way!<br />
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This is not a hill. This is not a mountain. This is the middle of Tulsa, just as a big, heavy pink and gray cloud rolls in. The foreboding density of the cloud reminds us of the major storm that is predicted to arrive here the day after Christmas. And speaking of storms, we do send our best regards to our neighbors to the south who experienced devastation by tornadoes on Christmas Day. Our thoughts are with you.<br />
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P.S. Here is my daughter Sarah and her boyfriend John on Christmas morning, via Face Time. Sorry, I couldn't resist putting this up here despite the quality. The reflection of my camera seems to have taken over John's face. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!.<br />
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Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-85962076114887926902015-12-15T18:00:00.001-06:002015-12-15T18:00:31.062-06:00Check this Out!It seems that I've been away from Afton Station and the blog for such a long time that I fear I might lose some of my loyal readers. I'm still here, and after the Christmas madness passes, I intend to be back to blogging, exploring interesting Route 66 places, and relating stories about what's going on in the life of little Afton.<br />
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I had a visit at home from Ron "Tattoo Man" Jones yesterday. He wanted to show me something. Well, he sure did! He has had the entire back of his head shaved and replaced his hair with a very large tattoo of Afton Station! I don't know if I have words for this, so I'll just say thank you to Tattoo for his loyalty to the Station, and also warn him to be sure to keep up the shaving, lest Afton Station will be spouting hair in a couple of weeks. He now has over 150 Route 66 tattoos. No matter how you feel about the art of tattoos, Ron has to be singled out for his loyalty to the Mother Road.<br />
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<br />Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-54061414096350719262015-12-06T18:00:00.001-06:002015-12-06T18:16:41.889-06:00Buffalo HuntOn this beautiful sunny Sunday, our first weekend day of vacation from Afton Station, we were looking for an adventure. Joe Meeks, our intrepid guide and absolute expert on anything to do with the geography or history of Oklahoma, had remembered that Ron M. and I had talked to him recently about a herd of bison owned by the Cherokee Nation and "hidden away" somewhere in Northeast Oklahoma, but nobody was sure of their exact location. So, Joe did a little research and suggested that he might be able to find them, and that we should make that a purpose for a nice ride in the country. Road trip!!<br />
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We drove through the Amish country around Choteau and on to Pryor Creek, where we found a good restaurant that has been in the town for well over a half a century. Good food! On to Salina, the oldest town in Oklahoma, established by Jean Pierre Choteau in 1796 as a trading post to trade with the Osage Indians. It is now a resort community on beautiful Lake Hudson. On to Kenwood, a small Cherokee Indian town in the foothills of the Ozarks. The lovely drive was made spectacular by the discovery of the Blue Hole, a popular swimming spot which we've all wanted to see.<br />
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We could only speculate how wonderful it would feel to jump into that natural Jacuzzi which is made by a deep and wide place in the Saline Creek. We all decided that living in that serene spot with nothing but the sound of river over rocks wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. <br />
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Thanks to Joe, who reminded me of the names of all those places that I'd already forgotten by the time I got home, and to Ron M. who is always fun to be with and who helps me out with this darn wheelchair which tends to make everything more difficult than it needs to be. We look forward to more of our "three Musketeers" day trips this winter. Any suggestions?Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-70289561864187748442015-11-29T18:17:00.000-06:002015-12-01T08:30:36.800-06:00Help Solve This MysteryWho does this truck belong to?<br />
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When we arrived at Afton Station this morning, this white Chevy S10 sat in our parking area. It has "Boots Court" magnetic signs on the front doors and Illinois license plates. We were excited to think that maybe one of our Route 66 family might have left it there in order to take a sightseeing walk around town until we arrived, but when we left this afternoon hours later, it was still there. It's not a problem at all, but my curiosity is killing me! Who can it be? The gals from the Boots? Ron Hart? But why the Illinois license plates? If it's yours, feel free to keep it there as long as necessary, but <i>please</i> let me know who you are and if there's anything I can do to help.. <br />
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Another cold, windy, dark, and damp day kept some folks away but not all. <br />
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A very nice family, including almost one-year-old Jack came for a visit. They're living in Tulsa now, but she was born and raised in Catoosa.<br />
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Also from Tulsa is this woman who visited with her son from Portland, Oregon. He's a "car guy" and happens to be restoring a Packard from the '50s, so he was particularly interested in some of the minute details on our cars.<br />
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This gentleman is also a car collector, and has had many and varied makes in the past. They also hail from Tulsa. <br />
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We cleaned up the place and got it ready for it's long rest. We'll be closed all of December and January except for potential private openings for those who let us know in advance. Please don't hesitate to call and make that request.<br />
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<br />Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-70751776037611648492015-11-28T18:06:00.000-06:002015-11-28T18:06:28.030-06:00Small Business SaturdayDespite Afton Station being a small (very small!) business, I wasn't expecting much traffic today. It was one of the more ugly days, weather wise, that we've had lately -- very cold, windy, rainy, and bleak. But we warmed up the Station, turned on the lights, and made it as comfortable as possible. Betty arrived to spend most of the day with Ron M. and me and, by the way, brought us jars of her home made plum jam. (Yum!) Robin also spent a few hours with us and we had a nice time.<br />
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We also had eight visitors, which is about eight more than I expected. They were all delightful, interesting, and brave to face the unpleasant weather.<br />
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These folks came from Norman, Oklahoma. They were just taking a little ride on Route 66. The fellow on the right told me he once had a 1936 Packard in his back yard, but it was there for so long that it was pretty much of a wreck, especially after goats climbed on top of it and collapsed the roof! :-)<br />
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This lovely young family moved back to the area from California recently to reconnect with their Oklahoma roots. It's very good to hear that is a priority with younger folks now. She is from Erick, Oklahoma, which is on Route 66 on the far west side of the state, and in fact she was a personal friend of the famous Harley and Annabelle Russell of Erick, who had entertained and amused Route 66 travelers for years in their Sandhills Curiosoty Shop until Annabelle passed away about a year ago. </div>
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<br />Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-11497243560537082892015-11-21T18:53:00.002-06:002015-11-22T03:20:28.379-06:00While Eating PieI got home from Afton Station a bit late tonight, but I'm sitting here eating the last piece of incredibly delicious lemon meringue pie that Betty brought to the Station today, to the immense pleasure of Ron M., Joe Meeks, and me! Wow, Betty, this is GREAT! Thank you!<br />
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The weather outside is frightful, a little too much like winter for my liking. It's cold and extremely windy and that cold air bites right through sweaters and other clothing. Time to get out some even warmer wardrobe items. Brrrr.....<br />
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It was a good day at the Station, with 15 visitors and some encouraging purchases. Here are a few of our visitors. . .<br />
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A couple from Grove, OK, former neighbors of David. Although they've known him for quite a while, they had never visited Afton Station. They certainly enjoyed today's tour of the old cars.</div>
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A family from Paris, TX, heading toward Branson, MO. They decided in a bit of a last-minute brainstorm that they could do some of their travels on Route 66, and we're glad they did.</div>
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A couple from Springfield, MO who, despite living in a Route 66 town themselves, wanted to see what there is to see on the Oklahoma portion of 66. The answer? A lot!</div>
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Local folks from Disney, OK on the lake, have been past the Station many times and finally had time today to stop in.</div>
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We also greeted Fred Zander and although I didn't get a photo of him (with his new long beard) it was nice to spend some time chatting with this Topeka, KS citizen whom I've known for many years. He was one of the very first Route 66 advocates, way back in the early '90s, even before I got involved in the saving of the Mother Road. Fred drove all the way down from KS to get one of my new Afton Station pins, and I was flattered that he drove for hours just to obtain one. He's one of the good guys!</div>
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This family from Terre Haute, IN was passing through on their way to Tulsa, where he will participate in the Route 66 Marathon to be run tomorrow (Sunday). The little girl's name is AFTON, so they bought an array of items with the town name emblazoned upon them. </div>
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And speaking of the Route 66 Marathon. . . Ron M. and I went to the Tulsa Convention Center (also known as the Cox Business Center) yesterday afternoon to put in several hours helping Oklahoma Route 66 Association's president Brad Nickson work our booth, hand out Trip Guides, and talk to visitors from all over the world about the charms of Oklahoma Route 66. It was fun and we met some very nice folks. Tomorrow I'll post a few pictures of some of the 30,000 people expected to come to town for the marathon. </div>
Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-82332963387269871272015-11-19T17:48:00.001-06:002015-11-19T17:48:36.343-06:00Cold Front, Warm HeartsThe chill in the air kept most away from Afton Station today, but those who did visit were from a couple of very different climates and all were warm-hearted indeed.<br />
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This couple, formerly from Vancouver, British Columbia , has recently moved back to her original home in Bayfield, Ontario Canada. They're traveling now in their beautiful Mercedes RV.<br />
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.And here is another couple from diverse climates. She is from Cuba, he is from Formentara, Spain. They, too, are experiencing Route 66 for the first time.<br />
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Betty spent much of the day with Ron M. and me, but not much else took place. I found a wonderful article in yesterday's Tulsa World (newspaper) about the life of 105-year-old woman who lives in Tulsa, spent most of her life on Route 66, which was very different when she was a kid, and also experienced first hand the terrible Tulsa Race Riots of 1921. I won't have time to write about this for a couple of days, so come back and read about it later. Fascinating stuff! Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-16758259678685544192015-11-15T17:16:00.000-06:002015-11-15T17:16:25.125-06:00A Nice SurpriseSurprise! After all my moaning about the absence of crowds at Afton Station, today turned out to be a great day with lots of friendly visitors. Just like summer on a gloomy, rainy, cold day. Who knew?<br />
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Ron M. and I were there, of course, and were joined at one time or another by Betty, Scott, and Michael Scruggs.<br />
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I caught Ron, Scott, and Michael being non-productive, but there were not many moments like that today.<br />
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Fairly early in the morning we were visited by this gentleman from Claremore, OK who is a car restorer himself. He specializes in Cadillacs but was quite interested in and impressed by our Packard collection. I feel sure we'll see more of him in the future.<br />
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Four characteristically happy travelers came to us from Queensland, Australlia. Jackie (second from right) let me know that she and I are Facebook friends, which was such a nice realization! I love that people from different sides of the world can "know" one another through social media. So, hello Jackie! Let me know how the rest of your Route 66 trip goes. I'd love to hear from you.<br />
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And here is Jackie admiring the '57 Packard. It's a favorite of mine, too.<br />
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Other visitors came from Colgate OK, Myrtle Beach SC, Coachella CA, Bloomington MN, and Gunniston CO. A fine day today!Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-4285933095620331912015-11-14T17:41:00.001-06:002015-11-14T17:46:00.462-06:00The StarThe star of the show today at Afton Station was this perfectly gorgeous Thunderbird driven there by folks from Claremore, just down the road. The beautiful shade of blue doesn't quite come across in the shade of this photo, but believe me, it was stunning. So were the people who brought it to us. One couple in the T-bird and their friends in a vintage Bronco were just out for a ride on Route 66 and they found a good day to do it. It was the perfect fall day, cool and sunny.<br />
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A couple from Oklahoma City also exploring Oklahoma Route 66 dropped in as well. I was crazy about his t-shirt, which advertised the Exchequer Restaurant in Chicago, where Al Capone was known to take a meal now and then. And, the back of the shirt is intriguing, too. Ouch!<br />
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Our other visitors came from West Plains, MO and Kansas City, MO. It was unsurprisingly quiet again today.<br />
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On the way to Afton this morning, we stopped at the little farmer's market in Chelsea for the last time this season, as they are closing after today. I couldn't resist these two big turnips, which are beautiful. Peeling them will be a challenge, of course, but worth the pulled muscles and cut fingers. Yum!<br />
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<br />Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-71166332296569942015-11-12T17:25:00.000-06:002015-11-12T17:25:14.417-06:00Super SixIt's that old "quality more important than quantity" thing. We had six visitors today, a paltry number compared to our summer numbers, but there was certainly nothing paltry about the guests we did have.<br />
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Ron M. and I, joined by Ron "Tattoo Man" Jones, greeted those six people with open arms. They came from Cuba MO, Manchester England, Norman OK, and Israel.<br />
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This handsome gentleman from Israel is in the States to pick up his son who is about to graduate from Oklahoma University. We were impressed that he wanted to make part of his time stateside taking in the joys of Route 66<br />
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This fellow from Norman, OK is also taking some time off of his work to do a little Route 66 exploration.<br />
The folks from Cuba, MO are truckers who, despite living in their own vibrant Route 66 city (1 mile from the Giant Rocking Chair in Fanning, in fact) decided to check out some Oklahoma 66. And the two gents from Manchester, England are traveling the whole road from Chicago to L.A. <br />
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In all cases, we were glad to be open for our guests. So many shops and attractions have already closed for the winter that we find people grateful to have us there and open for business. Remember, however, that we too will close for December and January, so if you feel like visiting us you should plan to come in the next two weeks. Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-44632337077966973312015-11-12T04:19:00.000-06:002015-11-12T04:19:29.282-06:00There's A New Pin In Town<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm thrilled with the way this Afton Station 1-inch hat pin turned out! It's not a great photo, but you can get the idea. It's enameled and very detailed. They are available at the Station for$6, so come on in and get one! (I'll try to get a better photo later today.)Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-23709694861591389822015-11-08T17:26:00.000-06:002015-11-08T17:26:08.490-06:00Less EnergeticYesterday, I mentioned that I was energized by the beautiful fall day at Afton Station. Today, not so much. I'm tired. It was a fine day at the Station, but now I'm more than ready for rest. Therefore, I've decided to formally reduce hours and so I hung this notice on the door as we left today.<br />
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I have mixed feelings. I fully realize that we will miss some travelers at the beginning of each week, but there just aren't that many travelers out there anyway, and we sincerely apologize to any whom we do miss.<br />
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Today, for instance, there were only 8 visitors, which is way down from usual weekend numbers during the summer. Our visitors came from Hillville VA, Dallas TX, and Tulsa OK. <br />
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These friends from Dallas are spending a few days at Grand Lake and chose today to explore a little of Route 66. I hope they decide to come back again soon and continue their travels on the Mother Road.<br />
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Ron M. and I will be back at the Station on Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. Robin will be working Wednesday and Friday. Feel free to phone if you'd like us to do a special opening for you. But be sure to call well in advance so that I can arrange for someone to open upLaurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-76718739610813296132015-11-07T17:49:00.002-06:002015-11-07T17:49:39.977-06:00The ParadeThere was a parade of interesting folks into Afton Station today, including friends old and new. Ron M. was with me as usual. Betty W. spent part of the day with us which was nice since we haven't seen her for a few weeks. Crazy Legs Walker came by on his way to a shoot out in Claremore. We haven't seen him for a while either. We were also happy to see Scott up and around after a health scare and a hospital stay for a few days last week. Robin stopped in too, so it seemed like old times again.<br />
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Our visitors numbered 14 and came from Niagara Falls Canada, Kansas City MO, Louisville KY, Broken Arrow OK, St. Louis MO, Vinita OK, Davenport FL, Wichita KS, and Claremore OK.<br />
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These three gentlemen are from Louisville, Kentucky. Route 66 has been on the bucket list of the fellow on the right, so he grabbed a couple of his friends and said "Let's go down the road!" They did, and are having a great time working and playing their way to Santa Monica.<br />
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This is "Roamin' Rich" Dinkela, who is well known by all Route 66 fans. He travels the Mother Road as often as he can and makes great videos which he shares with everyone. He is also the guy who is responsible for all those beautiful shields that are stenciled on the road from Chicago to L.A. He drives a car covered with Route 66 bumper stickers and signs. I'd say he's right near the top of any list of steadfast Route 66 ambassadors and preservationists. <br />
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We had some repeat visitors, including Col. Sue Dulaney from Claremore, OK. She's known for her store which is directly on Route 66 that has her name emblazoned on the roof in huge letters. She's a well-known local auctioneer, which is how she earned her "rank" of Colonel, an accolade for long-time successful auctioneers. <br />
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Today left me energized and not really ready to shut down for the winter. I can't wait to see if tomorrow is just as great.<br />
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<br />Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-90946333927805617942015-11-05T17:47:00.001-06:002015-11-05T17:47:16.650-06:00Short and Sweet...againMother Nature is trying to tell me something, and here's what I think she's saying: Time to reduce hours at Afton Station in order to avoid sitting in a big room waiting for visitors that don't come. That's not to say that we aren't getting visitors, and it hurts me to think of those we'll miss when I close down for some days each week, but it gets expensive to heat and light the big rooms when there aren't very many people to meet and greet. In the past five days, we've only had 51 visitors, and numbers like that tell the tale.<br />
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However, those travelers we did meet today made me absolutely happy that I was open. They came from Pittsburgh PA, St.Louis MO, Vinita OK and Auckland, New Zealand. <br />
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These two ladies from St. Louis were having a great time exploring Oklahoma Route 66. They were especially happy to make the acquaintance of Tripper, our pet giant penguin. <br />
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And this trio of young people from New Zealand have six weeks to travel the U.S. (making me very jealous!) and are making the most of it. <br />
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The drive home this evening was challenging and interesting. At times, the rain was blinding and I had to turn on the emergency blinkers just to make sure other drivers could see me. When the rain slowed to a drizzle near Tulsa, I remarked to Ron M. that I thought it was perfect conditions for a rainbow but we never saw one. But then, when I got home and turned on the TV news they showed an incredible <i>double</i> rainbow which I missed because it was behind us. I love rainbows!<br />
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When we finally make a decision on our winter hours, you'll be the first to know. Until then, it wouldn't hurt if you'd call in advance just to make sure someone is around. 918-257-4044. Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-18391265023916990102015-11-01T18:00:00.001-06:002015-11-02T16:58:13.157-06:00Things To Show YouHere are some things to show you.<br />
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This is a sneak peek at a huge sign I ordered to put above the big windows of the showroom. It is 16 feet long and made of sturdy and heavy metal, so it will have to be put up by several people in tandem. Can't wait until this is project is done! Don't miss the unveiling. . .soon, I hope!<br />
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I love the colors and angle of this photo of the Station. Ron M. took it while he was on a walk around town today. Nice work, Ron!<br />
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Ron also walked past what is probably the most unique house in Afton. It's a big Victorian which has a lot of quirky touches not visible in this photo, plus an interesting back yard behind a big fence. <br />
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Meanwhile, I was greeting guests who came from Vinita OK, Cassville M, Joplin MO, Brownsville TX, Moore OK, Toronto Canada, and Yuma Colorado.<br />
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Early this morning, this group of biker friends came for a visit on their Harleys.<br />
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Well, we made it through another week but the rate of visits from travelers is diminishing quickly. We will probably close completely in December and January, but we plan to keep the doors open and the lights on for most of November. For some, it's the best month of all for road tripping.</div>
<br />Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-19068550727114216312015-10-31T17:25:00.001-05:002015-10-31T17:25:39.747-05:00Eh. . .I'll admit it wasn't the most spectacular day ever at Afton Station, but none of them are ever terrible. Today, it was gloomy and drizzly, we greeted only 9 visitors, sold a big $1 worth of merchandise (a postcard) and I got caught coming home in a big, crazy Halloween parade they have here in Tulsa every year (I should have known better. . .). The good points were that those visitors we <i>did</i> have at the Station today were great, we got some cool new shelving, and on the way home it was kind of fun sitting in stalled traffic for a half hour watching all the little kids in their costumes parade past. For everything annoying, there is always something wonderful. That's how I see the world.<br />
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Our visitors came from Newport Beach CA, Hamburg Germany, Bartlesville OK, and Hominy OK.<br />
Our German visitors were here to attend a huge car show in Las Vegas and chose to get there via Route 66. Good for them!<br />
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And here are a couple of the Bartlesville folks, out for a Saturday drive on the Mother Road.<br />
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In other news, David brought over this very neat piece of shelving which works well for our T-shirts and makes us look a little more like a grown-up store. <br />
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I spent some of our copious free time making magnets. Some are on the magnet board now, and others will go on tomorrow. We have some new designs now, too.<br />
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Yesterday, when Robin was working in my absence, a former visitors dropped off this great homage to the Palmer Hotel across the street. Love it! A nightly rate of $2. Those were the days! <br />
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Finally, in honor of Halloween, Robin left "Puss 'n Boots", her pet kitty skeleton, with us for the day. This thing not only looks pretty horrifying, but lets out blood-curdling screams when motion activated. A great touch for the holiday and to scare our poor guests to death! I'll try to get a better picture of Puss tomorrow.<br />
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That's about all for now. Back tomorrow with further news.<br />
<br />Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-44368650492225378762015-10-29T14:07:00.001-05:002015-10-30T14:53:40.494-05:00My Fabulous CrewAs winter approaches, our hours of operation at Afton Station become shorter. We're still trying to stay open 7 days a week, but sometimes it just doesn't work out. I hope we can go on this way until the end of November, after which we will close in December and January. Because I can't always be at the Station, I have amassed a great group of folks who are willing to work for me for a few dollars above nothing or, in some cases, for no salary at all. <br />
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My Number One volunteer is Ron M., whom by now most regular readers of this blog will be well acquainted. Ron does everything for me and there is no way I could run Afton Station without him. He fetches my wheelchair, puts out the flags, opens up the showrooms, cleans, cheerfully greets visitors, and keeps me sane. He is with me every single day at the Station and often his ideas of how to display merchandise or publicize the museum are welcome and sensible.<br />
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There are three others too, and I feel lucky to have crossed paths with them. In a small town like Afton, it's amazing that I could find three folks who want to help out with keeping us open seven days a week and all of them are good with visitors. <br />
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Robin is a real worker bee! She is willing to do just about anything I ask of her, including restocking the soda pop and paper products in her free time and working almost every day I request. In addition, she is now making a line of beautiful jewelry out of the pennies from our squashed penny machine (with added beads and bling) which she sells at the Station. She has lived in Afton all her life, so she can answer just about every question concerning local directions and other matters.<br />
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Sue is Marly's wife, and although she has been away for the last month or two, she will soon be back in town and ready to work a day or two a week. She is great with tourists. Husband Marly is also a helper around the Station, and he can do all kinds of repairs which are often needed in an old building like ours.<br />
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Our newest helper is Rann Lee, who is a long-time friend of Robin's. He too, is great with customers and he has one asset the rest of us don't have -- deeper knowledge of antique cars and the ability to answer questions about them that might be asked by visitors. He collects Hot Wheels himself and has done so since he was a kid. He also holds down two part-time jobs -- Afton Station and a local restaurant.<br />
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Betty W. is in a class by herself. She is always ready to help in any way she can, and she is a self-starter. She doesn't need to be asked before she springs into action when needed. She is always smiling and friendly to the visitors. Everyone in town loves Betty since she owned the famous Dairy Ranch for 41 years and served burgers and limeade to every Afton citizen. Additionally, she brings us some incredible home-baked goodies!</div>
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Because of this great bunch of folks, I feel entirely confident that, when I'm not at the Station, visitors will be treated well and questions answered as accurately as possible. All of them are Route 66 fans, and that helps too, of course. So, come for a visit soon and meet some of these fine people. Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-69943819115499897922015-10-25T18:01:00.001-05:002015-10-25T18:01:29.988-05:00Just In Time For WinterWe have some new merchandise at Afton Station, and we really love it. Take a look at this nice knit cap and think about how warm it would keep your ears during a motorcycle ride down Route 66, or while sprinting in and out of all the great stopping places along the Mother Road on one of those 5-degree days. Come and get 'em!<br />
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We had an interesting group of visitors today. This woman from Plymouth, Wisconsin just graduated from farrier school in Oklahoma and is now qualified to shoe horses. She said it is a very sought after occupation these days, as not many people study the art.<br />
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This family from Verdigris, Oklahoma was lured here by their little 2nd grade son who has decided he wants to decorate his bedroom in Route 66 things. It's so great to know that the Route 66 "bug" has hit someone so young! They bought a few items for his room and we made sure he knew how proud we were of his interest in the Road. <br />
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Here are three Canadian friends, two from Toronto and one from Prince Edward Island. I was interested in hearing about the new laws affecting crossing the border to and from the U.S. It's much harder now than it was back in the 70s when we used to cross frequently. For one thing, you can't bring Canadian cheese into the U.S. any more. What? We are being deprived of some of the finest cheese in the world!</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Two friends from Eau Claire, Wisconsin are traveling together, something they have been wanting to do for a long time. They found some space for signing on our wall which is quickly filling up. When the walls of the work room are full, we're not sure where we'll go from there. Oh dear!</span></div>
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And there were more old friends traveling together, this time from Wheaton and Oswago, Illinois. They said they'd been lost a couple of times in Missouri but we assured them that sometimes getting lost can lead to the most interesting finds. They agreed!</div>
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Other visitors came from Florence KY, Plymouth WI, Nashville TN, and Fairland, White Oak, and Claremore, OK.</div>
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<br />Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-27232033037103296082015-10-24T17:35:00.001-05:002015-10-24T17:35:52.554-05:00Calm, Cool, and CollectedAfton Station greeted 15 visitors today, but for some reason it seemed like far fewer. It was fairly relaxing, and toward the end of the day became rather somber after hearing about the tragic event at the homecoming parade at Oklahoma State University when a car plowed into the crowd. Such bad news.<br />
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But we did have some good times with great guests who came from San Francisco CA, London England, Batavia IL, Mounds OK, Weatherford TX, Williamsburg VA, Vinita OK, and Bixby OK.<br />
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Four friends from San Francisco and England were first in the door. Can't you tell from their smiling faces that they are enjoying their Route 66 visit?<br />
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Ron "Tattoo Man" Jones came to visit for a while today and parked his Stallion trike right at the front door. Later in the day, we looked out and saw a husband and wife eyeing the trike rather closely. When they finally came in, the gentleman asked who owned the vehicle. Tattoo Man was on the phone at the time, so I answered that it was "that fellow over there". " Well", the gentleman said, "I was just wondering why he has MY name airbrushed on the back of his bike." What? Ha ha... turned out that his name is Ron Jones, too! So, we had a meeting of the Ron Jones's, and here they are!<br />
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It was slightly chilly today, a possible harbinger of the winter weather to come. It wasn't cold, just a little cool wind that smelled of autumn. The trees aren't really turning color yet, or maybe not at all this year since things have been so dry around here. We shall see.<br />
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Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-16504971016671516452015-10-22T17:38:00.001-05:002015-10-22T17:38:52.482-05:00Camera Shy ScoutWe had ten human visitors at Afton Station today and one cute dog who simply was not interested in having his picture taken.<br />
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His family stopped by to visit the museum on a short Route 66 trip before heading back to Ft. Worth, their home. Scout had such a cute face that I'm sorry we weren't able to capture it on film. Maybe next time</div>
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Far more photogenic were this mother and son from Paris, France. Mom spoke great English so communication flowed nicely. They are going all the way to Santa Monica, a full end-to-end Route 66 adventure.</div>
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I especially enjoyed chatting with these folks from Bryan, Ohio when I found out that he used to work at a place where my dad worked from before I was born until I was about 5 years old. Until a couple of years ago when it closed, the company made air tanks for industry, and it was with that firm that my dad got the honor (?) of being the first American to attempt use of a SCUBA (Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus), an occasion I remember well, even though I was a small kid. It brought back many memories to be sure.</div>
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Other visitors came from Alma, Arkansas and Midland, Michigan. It wasn't a busy day but, as usual, it was a very good one.</div>
Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664721949113509873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729166837877316238.post-26336144491403664732015-10-20T13:57:00.000-05:002015-10-22T03:50:51.210-05:00Signs of the TimesSapulpa, Oklahoma is becoming an interesting, vital Route 66 must-stop along the road. It's always been a good city for Route 66 travelers, with Frankoma Pottery, Frank Gierhart's shop, an historic Main Street and a few other places to entice travelers. But recently, with the opening of two more spots, it could advance to the likes of Cuba, MO or Pontiac, IL in its devotion to the Mother Road.<br />
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On Sunday, the Oklahoma Route 66 Association held its quarterly meeting at Signs of the Times, and there were plenty of wide-eyed and excited folks as they entered the building and saw it for the first time. I was one such person. A Sapulpa gentleman has collected and restored an enormous number of old neon signs, as well as gas station memorabilia and other eclectic items and has them on display in a huge room with a high ceiling that seems made to order for such an endeavor. I must admit to being very jealous of his collection. At present, it is only open as an event center, by prior appointment, but it would be nice if some day it was open to the public on a daily basis.<a href="http://www.signsofthetimessapulpa.com/">www.signsofthetimessapulpa.com</a><br />
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There is a very large collection of Howdy Doody memorabilia. . .<br />
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. . . even some colorful hula hoops. . .<br />
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. . . gas cans and signs galore. . .<br />
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. . . and this old gentleman to pump some gas.<br />
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Amid a riot of signs, neon, and other diversions, the officers of the Association get down to business. . .<br />
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. . . although Jerry McClanahan looks like he'd rather chat with the gas station attendant than listen to the minutes from the last meeting.<br />
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In the parking lot, an ordinary prefab garden shed has been turned into a faux "garage", with a painted-on car and everything! Very clever!<br />
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We also got news of another project being undertaken by the city of Sapulpa, The Heart of Route 66 Auto Museum. <a href="http://www.heartofroute66.org/">http://www.heartofroute66.org/</a> With luck, by the end of the year it will be opening, this one filled with antique automobiles which, according to the literature, will be constantly changing and evolving. We can't wait to see that one!<br />
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We had heard earlier in the week that one of the two elderly sisters who owned Frankoma Pottery, the iconic ceramics plant that turned out collectible items for decades, had died. We drove past her house, a well-known quirky domicile made out of...you guessed it... Frankoma pottery! It isn't easy to get a photo of the house up close, but here's a side shot from the street. The actual pottery plant closed its doors in 2010, a big loss for the city of Sapulpa. The Frank home was built on a wooded hillside in 1955 and was designed by architect Bruce Goff, a protege of Frank Lloyd Wright.<br />
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It was a fine Fall day in Sapulpa on Sunday, and we enjoyed every bit of it.<br />
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