Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Rube's Hot Dog Stand
This is my brother-in-law' s Uncle Rube's shed. The family calls it Rube's Hot Dog Stand. It stands next to the road. Rube is like a million years old and this is his personal shed. He has never married and has never gone more than 50 miles outside the radius of his farm. My sister said he only slept one week away from the farm and that was because he was in the hospital. He was born on this farm and still lives in the big old farm house, alone. His sister and her husband who lived there with him have passed on. Neighbors and family all pitch in and bring him groceries, supper, etc. and a woman comes in to clean and wash. He still goes out to the barn everyday and sweeps and helps feed. Albiet slow with a cane and hunched over. For twenty years I have never heard him speak. My son, who works on the farm in the summer claims he talks to him. What does he say? We ask. "You know, hi and other stuff. I don't know." My son doesn't say much either. He loves to work on that farm. Sweeping is his favorite and because he sometimes walks hunched over and slow at the ripe old age of 15 we call him Rube. To my son, we say, "Come on Rube, let's go." My son always grins at this.
Wouldn't you like to see what's inside this shed? I bet it's full of old tools and animal traps from the early 1900's. The farm was built in 1859 and has 100 year old historical marker plaques on a lot of the buildings.