the tinker
Cruisin' on my Bluebird
Waiting for Company to come over. Got some time to kill. These are photos of people at the Rockford, ill. bike show. They would not upload last week. I tried 5 times. Couldn't figure out why. Let's see if they will now that the CABE has had their site upgraded, or whatever the computer folks call it. The photo below is Robin Bridges. Robin has never been on the CABE. Has no computer or tv. Has a basic cell phone that will not send nor accept photos. He's like a walking encyclopedia on old bikes. Bought an Elgin Bluebird in the late 70's in Baltimore. It was in an antique shop, setting there for about a year. The owner said nobody had showed any interest in it until Robin walked in. He was yelling at someone who was touching his bikes while I took this photo....... He cut his hand opening up a can of beans.... Next to him is Caber, Bikeman76. Joe's a good guy. A regular at Memory Lane every year.
Some ladies.......
Below is "Bob."
Below is "Bob."
He put in my new garage door for me. Bob likes Krates. Too bad........
Below is CABE member,"Bad Bob" He didn't want his photo taken and had turned away just as I took the shot. All I can say Bob, is... "Nice head."
Below is me, about to steal a Monark for a future Ratrod..
This young lady was not at the show. It's a photo of my mother in-law, Ginny. It was taken in 1937. She was trying out her brand new Schwinn. She said her folks didn't have much money back then and her and her brothers had to be split up in the early 30's. She was sent to live on her uncle's farm. By the late thirties, the family was back together. Times were getting better and her father bought her first bike, which she said was a real big deal back then. She lived a long life. Was in the U.S. Army nursing corps during the war, and transferred to the VA when the war ended. She worked as a nurse at Hines VA medical center from 1946 until she retired. My father in law was one of her patients there. He would laugh and say, "She saw my ass before I saw her's." He had been an Army medic on the Omaha beach landing. Both of them, because of the Great Depression and later, the war, had tough childhoods. It wasn't until a couple of years before my father in-law died, that he talked about the war. I think this is why the 1950's were so good. They put their tattered past behind them. Didn't talk much about it and were thankful for what this country had given them in return for their sacrifices. Happy Thanksgiving. !
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