Charlie's better half taking an order. Breakfast here was quite traditional. Deux oeufs over easy, bacon-saucisse-jambon, bins maison, toast pain blan (...)
As breakfast was winding down I checked the dance hall side of Charlie's Ranch. I guess they really tamarack her down on the old pine floor on Friday (...)
Each table in the hall had a red tablecloth and one of these ornaments. The flowers were in an old-style glass milk bottle. I thought the horseshoe wa (...)
The other end of the hall was in the process of being decorated for a wedding that afternoon. They told me the groom was an old farmer with money stas (...)
As you can tell by the name and these images, Charlie's runs a country theme. The property is large and at the end of the parking lot is a woodlot ope (...)
Donna and Heather, after emerging from the country & western time warp that is Charlie's Ranch. They have that "I can't believe we ate there" look on (...)
Don really wanted his crop of potatoes harvested. We went at it and dug up two rows before the heat got to us and we took a water break. It was 24 C o (...)
The gals left us to go grocery shopping for the big supper. Our job was to collect garden produce. The first job was to bring these fine plump squash (...)
True to her word, Donna dug up the rest of Don's spuds. She learned to dig the mounds from the side. She also speared a few but no one was counting. S (...)
Nice pair of spuds, Donna, if I don't say so myself. She got a real thrill out of this rural chore. She may be a city gal now but she comes from the M (...)
Didn't believe me, eh? Don only requires the slightest wiff of an excuse to use the tractor. That way the squash made it safely to their winter restin (...)
The tractor was definitely required to transfer this haul of potatoes to Don's cellar. The spuds were large and Don was thrilled, as he had never had (...)
Back at the Hermitage, the gals set about getting supper ready. The ham was unceremoniously thrown into the oven in its brand new roaster pan. I went (...)
Kathleen called to say that the pies were ready. Woo-Hoo! We all went over to pick them up and to say hello, as well as thanking her for her efforts. (...)
I don't know why there is a ship's wheel on a baby cradle. Oldsters like Don know. If in doubt, call it a butter churn. Who's to know?
It is quite plain that these plain tools are planes.
The main eye-catcher was this chest of drawers of Chinese origin. Everyone oooh'd and aww'd over it. It was in mint condition.
Ah, the flotsam of a bygone era. How many do you recall?
An original un-opened package of medicines from Father Warre. Quite a few conditions could be "cured" by this one package.
There was even some Delft pottery/crockery. Hello, Antique Roadshow?
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