Built a little extra wide.
Made during the time of winds and cold crispness smacking the walls, or wasps and spiders and hot, non-moving air, and with catalogues to read, be read, and torn pages from the books, stacked so neatly in the corners.
Oak boards, or pine, or sticks of blackjack, with the famous double-seat, one big, one small, polished and smoothed, and splinters ground out as best they could be, and the roof above, tight from rain, or snow, or sunshine or the nighttime piercing in from overhead, leaving just the moon’s view, and a little shade, to cool this place of rest.
Here it sat alone, a place of comfort, a moment or two of break, a holding cell of those who fought the outside, and a respite from the days heat or cold. Comfort comes in a lot of forms, this house of daily use was one of many.
Ralph E Peck
Photography by Ralph Peck
A few miles east and a little ways north of Claremore, Oklahoma
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