She Was Quite A Heifer Sofa Table

The cattleman built his bride a stately, two-story house with large dormers looking to the four directions. But he died young, leaving his wife alone on the Texas ranch. The lady refused to move to town, and instead raised her own cattle, broke her own horses, and managed just fine. She never learned to drive, but kept a shiny Lincoln Zephyr in the shed and hired neighbor boys to drive her the 30 miles to town. Later in her life, oil and gas were discovered on the land, assuring a steady succession of new Lincolns. She lived out her days on the ranch.

Today the grand old house is weathering down, and only the sounds of birds, oilfield pump jacks, and the wind are heard around the place. Bright blue interior trim, salvaged from around the stairway and covered with a post-salvage coat of red milk paint, makes up the top frame and case of the sofa table. Green flashing tin from an upstairs dormer porch, originally made out of flattened and soldered tar tins, is used for the framed panels. The table support frame is welded scrap from an oilfield location. Tank hatch bolts have become door and drawer pulls.