Country Boy

Today I have a few pictures of one of our friends who spent a lot of time with our boys when they were growing up. One of the nicest things about having children is you sort of adopt their friends as your own and enjoy them, it is just an added bonus.

here is Matt at the place at  Huldale, the boys liked to trap varmints out there.

This is Matt Bumguardner, he was raised on a ranch with three brothers, they lost their mother at a young age, but they had a wonderful  daddy who raised them by himself and sent them all through college. They were fine boys, gifted and talented.

I asked him how he got his lip smashed, he said a headlight blew up in his face and cut it. That is the only time I remember anyone getting hurt~

Matt liked to fish and hunt, camp out, and build things

 We were closely connected to Matt. He knew how to fix things and make things, and  didn’t mind hard work. He liked fixing up old cars and pick ups, rebuilding motors getting them running. One day Daddy went to town and was gone for quite a while. I heard the fire whistle blow in town and wondered where the fire was. Then here came a truck down our road, towing Daddy’s completely burned Volkswagen. While he was going down  main street  the gas line came loose, and with a loud pop the car caught on fire. It looked like a total loss. Sometime later, Matt traded him out of it and completely restored it. When he was finished, it was probably the only Volkswagen anywhere that was painted in Texas A&M University’s  maroon and white. His kids will like seeing these pictures~

he was a cowboy, he also spent summers between college semesters , working in the oil fields, blowing air for Ingersal Rand

I always worried about the boys, they weren’t reckless but there were things out there that could hurt them. I heard some scary stories later on.

here is just one of the trucks he fixed up, he had several. Believe me, he needed those spare tires in the back~ 

the boys and Daddy in the Delaware Mountains, they spent lots of good times out there and always were happy to have Daddy come along ~

Jack-knife Drilling Rig

I painted several rigs, this one was near Sheffield in far West Texas

Today I have an oil painting of a jack-knife drilling rig. I painted several kinds of rigs, these seemed to be the most popular. I once painted a full-view indico, which had an open space between four legs on the tower. The standard drilling rigs were popular earlier (now are used mostly for off-shore drilling). They were built for each location, torn down and moved to another to be rebuilt. (in the early years, they were made of wood and left over the well after it was completed) The jack-knife just folded in half and carried to the next location on trucks. It was fast and worked out well.

From Sheffield Hill you can see how remote this location is, this rig was drilling with air, the dust blew for a mile

here are the huge air motors, this is a view from the top of the derrick, they were loud, when we went to visit, everyone wanted to drive off down the road where it was quite and have a picnic

Our friend Matt worked in the oilfields during the summer, between semesters at A&M, running the big motors ‘blowing air’.   Some rigs drill with mud and others drill with air.

huge and noisy, the  job was to keep the motors oiled and running, good work, good pay and a few  furnished a pickup

a great summer job, it was the best  in the oilfield~

this was hard work during hot weather, usually in a remote location, many of miles from home

It was not so dangerous a job as working as a roughneck on the floor or in the tower.

he had lots of visitors that day, all telling him about the time ‘they got hurt in the oilfield’. He soon recovered and ended up with a nice smooth face~

My daddy worked in the oilfields as a roughneck and was one of the lucky ones, he never lost a finger but was burned in a flash fire once. This is a picture of Daddy the day after the fire, he was only burned on his face, he was always careful to wear coveralls and gloves. He was quite proud of this picture, he said his hard hat saved his fine head of hair.