When you visit, and please visit, you will see his wall of cherished caps. I'll testify to the truth in both statements. Bring your camera along when you come to visit, as Rooster will be sitting on his front porch whittling. Although he has been stricken with severe arthritis, and his hands are gnarled from the disease, he is still out there, rain or shine, hot or cold. As a matter of fact, his son John put up some boards around the potbellied stove on the porch and with his ragged, but sturdy old chair and a box for the finished items, he is set for the day.
Rooster puts the date on each item.
He whittles from scrap timber his sons and neighbors bring him. He uses, cedar, oak, walnut, and cherry. If you ask him, he will add a special name on sentiment. All material on this site is copyrighted by the editor and may not be used for any purpose without the express written consent of the editor .