David and I had a grand time struggling as we both worked to unscrew a chain clip. David had asked for my help and he showed me which direction to turn to unscrew the stuck chain clip using as example the one which he had taken off of the truck already. These clips are part of the safety chains connecting the truck and trailer. Do you have any idea of the strength it takes to unscrew in the wrong direction? It takes Herculean strength and power. Thank goodness Diana has been adding to her strength. It took a full days ride of strength. Now for those of you who understand that a chain clip has a design which could help any fool decide which way to unscrew it will understand our dismay a day later when we realized just how clear the evidence had been to unscrew in the right direction.
The Ohlson side of my family has history in Galveston. My great grandmother Matilda Johanson's sister lived in Galveston. Matilda was visiting Galveston in the 1915 flood. They took refuge climbing bales of cotton in a warehouse to wait out the rising waters. With regret I realized I do not know that sister's name. The old cemetery seems to be in good order but will not help me now. David's aunt Eleanor MacDonald visited Galveston in her girlhood with fond memories of its delights. At the turn of the century the city was the pride of the west and a most important port, bringing in not only goods but strong German immigrants, a few Swedes too and exporting cotton. David and I wished to visit the ocean again so we are on the Gulf of Mexico. It would seem that one should be able to bike along the coast for some of the coast to coast trip.
No comments:
Post a Comment