Wild West Creations
Wild West Creations - is a business devoted to the manufacturing and sales of rustic wooden items.
Wild West Creations is in the business of making and selling Rustic Live Edge Cedar Siding and cedar log furniture as well as providing sawmill services of all kinds. We build Cedar Log Yard Swings, Cedar Log Benches, Garden Bridges, and Cedar Log Dining Tables.We are committed to the task of bringing uniquely rustic items for sale to the public.
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10 cent Antique Pepsi Machine for sale from the late 50's - Still Works Great.
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10 cent Pepsi Machine - antiques - by owner - collectibles sale - craigslist No Inflation here... Late 1950's 10 cent 'Slide Out' Pepsi Machine. Still WORKS great and gets Extremely Cold we've owned it for 7 years and it Works with virtually any bottles with a neck including...
The Eagles have added six additional shows to the bandâs âLong Goodbyeâ tour, including the first concert in Canada:
Phoenix, Arizona - Footprint Center on Friday Jan.19
Austin, Texas - Moody Center on Friday Feb. 2
Houston, Texas - Toyota Center on Friday Feb. 16
Hollywood, Florida - Hard Rock Live on Friday Mar. 1
Chicago, Illinois - United Center on Friday Mar. 8
Toronto, Ontario - Scotiabank Arena on Wednesday Mar. 13
The presale begins Wednesday, Nov. 1 at 10:00 AM Local Time and will run through Thursday Nov. 2. General on-sale starts Friday, Nov. 3 at 10 AM Local Time.
For more information visit eagles.com/pages/tour
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EAGLES - Don Henley, Joe Walsh, and Timothy B. Schmit, with Vince Gill â extends the bandâs âHotel Californiaâ Tour with 2023 shows in February and March set for Portland, Oregon; San Jose, California; Phoenix, Arizona; San Diego, California and the Grand Opening concert at Acrisure Arena in Palm Springs, California.
Each concert will feature âHotel California,â performed live accompanied by an orchestra and choir and a full set of their greatest hits.
Tickets for the âHotel Californiaâ 2023 Tour go on sale Friday, October 28th at 10 AM local.
For more information visit eagles.com/events.
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Here is a Christmas Story entitled "The Good Year" written by my husband Steve Lanier and featured in "Farm and Ranch" magazine several years ago with the title page featured on the cover. We hope you enjoy it.
Steve Lanier about 1200 words
The Good Year
by Steve Lanier
That December back in 1960 had been an unusual one for our family because it was the last month in what my father had called a âgood year.â This was a simple term often used by the farmers of that area in western Oklahoma to describe a bountiful harvest most likely coupled with good prices. Of course, a âbad yearâ would mean the opposite, and it seemed in those days we had many more of the latter than the former. But this year was different as my father had harvested a bumper crop, made all his payments, and had a little money left over down at the bank.
It was the Christmas season, and it was somewhat bewildering for me to watch my parents during that holiday period because it seemed much of the time they were walking around on a cushion of air. Both were laughing and hugging each other more than usual, and my fatherâs grin was flashing often, as though he were bubbling over with joy. My father would look over his crop receipts repeatedly as if in disbelief and slap his knee occasionally, while giving out that little, unique laugh of his.
One particular day stands out for me as we took a trip into Anadarko, our county seat, to do the Christmas shopping and see the holiday decorations. It was an utterly magical time for a ten-year-old boy such as myself, and I was absolutely thrilled as I saw the hordes of people strolling cheerfully up and down the crowded sidewalks of that small rural town.
This was a time before supercenters and megamalls, and the little Main Street shops were bustling with activity. Christmas music blared from loud speakers, and glittering decorations were everywhere. And, although a winter cold spell had arrived revealing everyoneâs breath and giving them rosy cheeks, it was worth every frigid second as we darted into various shops to keep warm and examine all those amazing items for sale.
While slowly making our way down the congested sidewalks filled with strangers all bundled up in coats and winter garb, many would greet us with âMerry Christmas,â and my Parents would return the greeting. At first I had been too shy to return their salutations, but finally I blurted out a loud âMerry Christmas!â -- and then I was hooked. I think I âMerry Christmasâdâ just about everybody in town before the day was over.
That evening as we left town and headed for home, my Mother was cheerfully singing carols and sitting very close to Dad in the front seat. After a few miles of silence had passed, she came up with a splendid idea and shared it with my father and me. They talked it over and decided to do something a bit special that Christmas since we had been so blessed. We stopped by the parsonage on the way home and my parents spoke with our pastor, and he gave them a list of needy people in our rural community. Most of them worked for area farmers during the growing season but had a tough time surviving the winter months, and my Parents decided they would try to give a little something to each family on the list.
The following afternoon when my father was finished with his chores, we again loaded ourselves into the family
car. After driving back the thirty miles or so into town, we turned into the grocery market parking lot. My parents bought groceries galore and afterward picked up a few toys downtown. They filled the trunk of our big, old, turquoise Buick âInvictaâ with groceries and toys, and piled them so high in the back seat that I had to ride up front between my parents. Eventually we returned home, and while reading over the list the pastor had given them, my parents, with my help, of course, made up individual sacks of goods specific to each familyâs needs. Then later that evening, we loaded everything up and struck out on our magnificent Christmas adventure.
I remember my parents were hesitant and timid at first, but one by one they would knock on each familyâs door and explain their mission. The small houses were old and by and large shabby and unpainted, and nearly all had plastic taped over the windows. My mother would do most of the talking as she was very good at that, and my dad would carry the sacks up to their front doors. The looks on those familiesâ faces were permanently etched into my memory as I sat in the Buick with the headlights shining and watched their spontaneous expressions of surprise, followed by heartfelt gestures of gratitude. Each family accepted the unexpected bounty without exception.
Some of the mothers would cry and give Mom a big hug, and the fathers would say thanks and grab Dadâs hand, giving it a hearty shake. The events that night made me feel very good inside and to this day I havenât found the words to adequately describe it.
A couple of the homes didnât seem to have fathers or the fathers were gone, and with eyes as big as silver dollars, the children would fill the doorways standing next to their mothers. At first the kids seemed totally baffled as to what was taking place, but then I would see them start jumping up and down uncontrollably and clapping their hands, and then I knew -- that they knew.
After a couple of exciting hours winding around those old, sandy Oklahoma roads and turning up strange driveways, the trunk and back seat were finally empty and the event was over.
My mother sobbed all the way home while my father just drove on in silence. I heard them talking a couple of days after Christmas at the breakfast table, and they both agreed it had been one of the most wonderful Christmas experiences they had ever been a part of. They felt they had done something good and special, and I felt they had, too. In fact, I remember thinking at that time just how special my parents really were and how much they meant to me.
We never had another year quite like that as the 'bad
years' returned to the farm and my fatherâs health began to fail. After battling numerous other ailments, he died from cancer only ten years later. Over sixty years have now passed, but I still think about that event from time to time. And, one of the few things I can tell you with any certainty about this world or my life up to this point is that on that cold December night back in 1960, we most definitely had Christmas in our little western Oklahoma farming community. And, out of all the fabulous Christmases our family enjoyed during my childhood years, thatâs the one I remember most.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
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This will end up as an entry table with a shoe rack for a special customer. The slab with the turquoise is the top and the slabs with the rocks are the legs.
Hey guys, we will be at the Geary Community Market, Saturday July 17th: 8am to noon in the City Hall Parking Lot. Come by and see what new things we have and check out all the vendors. See you there!
There will be lots of other things in our booth than soaps. New cedar furniture handmade by Steve (Wild West Creations), Handmade Jewelry by Samantha Ellis and more!
Getting the motor home ready for summer.
I'm thinkin' ... Road Trip ... :)
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