My Stepfather , Bob , always talked about living down the road from a snowshoe factory in Vermont when he was a little boy - I called him on the phone the other night and asked him if his snowshoe chair had was a Tubbs . Yes - He grew up in Wallingford Vt. just down the road from the factory .
As a little boy , he , and his friends would hang around the factory - watch them being made .
Last night my Stepfather emailed this -
Scott:
I went on line. It looks like you got a really good deal on the snowshoes. All you have to do is find someone who has a ski lodge that needs something to go over a fireplace. If I think real hard I can smell the wet rawhide and the warmth created by the steamer that was used to heat the hickory so it could be bent into the snowshoe shape. The cookies that the ladies brought to work to share with the other ladies and us bothersome kids were great. Thanks for the memory. I think that I gave the snowshoes Dad had to a charity yard sale many years ago. Wouldn't it be funny if they were the ones you got. I'd love to see them. They are a treasure.
Bob
