| January/February 1977

Box 146, County House Road, Mt. Royal, New Jersey 08061

On the Monday morning after the show, my wife succeeded in awakening me for my return to work, but I still felt as though I were Rip-Van-Winkle before his long sleep. In a semi-conscious state I put both feet on to the floor, but it was an effort and nothing wanted to move. My back needed someone to nail a hinge on it and I began wishing that all the joints of my limbs and screw down grease cups like the old Buffalo Springfield roller. For the remainder of the day, my steam gauge never got off the pin, and I wandered around in the lab hardly remembering what experiments I had been working with before I had departed for my vacation. (Hope my boss doesn't read this.)

As the day wore on I began to wonder how much other company I had and just how many of the officers, directors and 'dyed-in-the-wool' participants were floating on that same cloud of steam. Helping to promote a steam show is a laborous task and after all is over, we go home and can hardly persevere long enough to show off the plaque we received for our efforts. Mine will be nailed along the edge of my small model shelf, but soon I will have to put up another shelf for each year I get closer to the corner. As I nail up this year's commemorative tablet, I will be trying to visualize the design and color of the next one to follow it; and the next, and the next.

I have begun my story with what should really be the end, so let me go back firstly to our Bicentennial show held on July 1, 2 and 3.

During the first day the program ran normal until just before 4:00 P.M. when cars full of folks emerged upon us from all directions. The Southern Division of the Bicentennial Wagon Train was scheduled to arrive at Rough and Tumble this evening and I must say, there was certainly a reception.

My friend, George, drove the steam roller down alongside the lower drive-way and sitting up on the coal tray we were ready for a grandstand view. Other folks had either lined the roadways, climbed up the bank adjacent to the main highway, or clammered into the bed of their pickups.