COUNTRY ECHOES


| January/February 1978



R. R. 2, Brandon, Wisconsin 53919

Yesterday I started this column for the New Year ahead. Things did not go too well. Last evening I went to a Writer's Meeting, came home about 10:45, and reread what I had written. ICH! IT WAS AWFUL! The criticisms and comments at our meeting had been sharp and to the point. There is so much to learn in any trade or profession.

After making a short trip to Dearborn, Michigan recently, both Mr. B. and I came home with a renewed appreciation of the craftsmen of the past. We found our way, without incident, to the modern wonder of an airport such as Metro. We warmly greeted our son and his wife from New Jersey. It had been more than a year and a half since we'd seen them. Therefore the first evening was filled with catching up on the news as we gathered in one of our adjacent rooms at a nearby motel.

Tuesday morning found us ready to travel a few blocks to the Ford Museum. It was cold and windy. The added spurts of light rain made us welcome the thought of being undercover for the day.

As we entered the imposing front door Phyllis and I were immediately impressed by the elegnt Highboys, antique chairs, settees with hand-carved wooden trim, love seats to embellish anybody's love making, dishes beautiful enough to grace the tables of royalty. We were feeling a bit elegant ourselves. We knew, at once, that our $3.00 admission charge had been well spent. THIS was going to be a day!

Of course, Mr. B. and son Jim were soon headed toward the steam engines, old cars, and every other ancient implement which runs, one way or another.