At 94 my father-in-law has finally admitted he can't live alone and is now in a nursing home and the family is trying to go through about 60 years accumulation in the house and garage. Our daughter gave a good characterization of both him and my mom as children of the depression, prone to keep everything for later use. There was some treasures, a pristine oil spout still screwed onto a quart mason jar (oldest grandson got it), old tools and a metal fishing rod the Sherry's older brother remembers as the first one he used as a kid.

These are mostly journalistic with minimal processing and cropping to get some composition showing rust and Oklahoma red dust, so please be kind in your evaluations.

One last thing, if you have a "collection" like this sort through it while you can and pass things to the family, it is something of a nightmare at this point.

Thanks for viewing,
Bill