Did This Ever Happen To You ? - Part IV
by The Travelers
Reprinted from "INSULATORS - Crown Jewels of the Wire", August 1980, page 6
Once again the Travelers are on the road,
buying more insulators, having more fun, meeting more new friends, having more
experiences, and wishing we owned a gas station!
To Jack Tod..... my, how we can
sympathize with you about the sad tale you wrote about in the January 1980 issue
of Crown Jewels. Approaching Memphis, Tennessee for a show last year, we noticed
an old privy sitting on a small knoll just waiting to be checked out. The main
house was long gone. We didn't have time to stop. Next time, we said. Several
months later, we were once again nearing Memphis, the old privy is still there
but has been knocked over. It's getting late, so once again we say... next time.
When the 'next time' did occur, it was a beautiful day, we had time to spare,
and you guessed it, the old privy was gone and all evidence that there had ever
been one there! We will always wonder what we missed, or what might have been.
We saw a bumper sticker that read: "I collect rusty nails!" We're
still trying to figure out which way that was meant.
And then there was the time
we got the bright idea to tape a short recording for use with our insulator
display. We wrote out a short script. Lady Traveler practiced reading it through
and finally we were ready to begin taping. Take one: Going well until Traveler
loses her place. Take two: Once again doing fine and Traveler sneezes! Good
grief! Take three: We're getting exasperated at this point, but progressing
right along. We're almost to the end when the phone rings! Take four: Success is
almost ours when Traveler's mother walks into the room and wants to know what we
are doing! Take five: At this point, we're ready to scrap the whole idea, but we
do get to the end this time with no interruptions..... thank goodness!
through Rome, Georgia, we see a sign at a church that reads: "Come In For A
Just south of Ocala, Florida my better half thinks I'm jumping up and down because I see him coming down the tracks with some insulators in
his hands. I'm jumping up and down be- cause I didn't know I was standing in red
ants until they started to chew on me!
What would you have done? A little boy
came up to our sales table at the show in Nashville, Tennessee wanting to know
which insulator he could buy for the nickel he had in his hand. We gave him one.
Arriving around noon at the Montgomery, Alabama show at the state fair
grounds, we are really impressed by the friendly, congenial group of men helping
to set up the show, ie, sales and display tables, chairs, stanchions, ropes,
etc. While we were all setting up our displays they helped in any way that was
asked of them. At 4:30 p.m. they all disappeared at once. Then we learned that
their guards were returning them to the state prison near by!
One of our
greatest pleasures happened several years ago when we first met Mr. N. R.
Woodward in Houston. We met for dinner and then went to his place to talk
insulators. If memory serves correctly, think we may even have purchased a few.
It was a most delightful evening, and the start of a long friendship.
ever clean an insulator, place it on a shelf to admire it, forgetting that a
breeze from the air conditioning unit is blowing across it? And minutes later
you hear a sickening "ping"! That was the first and last time we ever
cleaned an insulator in warm water.
Near South Pittsburg, Tennessee, in answer
to our question about the location of a shop, the nice lady ended her directions
by saying, "You can't miss it. It's right next to the bear cage." Our
mental image told us it was next to the State Highway Patrol Station, having
been C.B.er's for several years. We were wrong, however. The shop was next door
to a real bear cage with a real, live, huge, black bear in it! Mercy sakes!
Remember a few travels ago when our grown children wanted us to bring them some
of that smooth "Colorado Cool-aid" (Coors Beer) from Golden, Colorado,
where we were attending the 10th N.I.A. Convention? And we waited till just
before crossing the Mississippi and then found out it couldn't be purchased in
West Memphis, Arkansas! Imagine our delighted surprise when we were told at the
recent Memphis Bottle Show that a short trip across the Mississippi could now
result in the purchase of the famous brew to bring back to our family. Thank you
Arkansas for making this possible.
And to think that we rather complained in
Part III about paying $1.00 a gallon for gas. On our last trip, we paid $1.36 a
gallon and glad to get it. Of course, the wagon will only take unleaded and
seems to run its best on that super-duper stuff! As we said at the beginning of
the article, wish we owned a gas station!
We appreciate the many kind comments
we have been receiving about our articles. We will try to get more articles
written. We have been a bit busy though, between the middle of January and the
middle of June we have done eight shows. So, till next time, good collecting to
all of our friends.