by larry on December 31, 2016

in Blog

rosies-phone-052-copyTomorrow night, New Years day, at about 11:30 PM I said “I do”  to a 19yr. old Miss Rozella Ann Odle from Rosedale Kansas. That and few other major details was about all I new about her, except, at that time and place we needed each other rather badly. I new she didn’t like to back up when she set her foot down, she liked to laugh, she was very curious about everything, and she could cuss better than me if she had to. She was pretty, she had already seen enough pain, wasn’t sure about me, and I liked her dark hair and those eyes when I looked down in them. I didn’t know she loved to dance and was good at it, I didn’t know she could already cook as good as my Mom, and she wasn’t used to a lot of fine things around. She didn’t know I meant what I said or that I had no education, or that I had no skill I could earn a living with. But we did it anyway; 90 miles from home in Miami OK Jan 1 1961. She knew all I had was a full time job at an A&P store in Mission KS and the 1949 Chevy Club coop with the lowered front end, great big tires on the back, plus one pin striped suit that fit bad and a few cloths and guitar was all I had to start a life with. She brought two friends along, a girl she grew up with and her boyfriend who thought a double wedding would be fun to try. So here we were cold tired and excited to be so far from home and ready to take the only chance we had. We found out about 9 o’clock me and Al was under age and we had to have a parents signature. Our parents didn’t even know where we were… I had left home a year earlier and AL’s parents were in Washington State. Someone said just go find someone that will say they are your parents and your on your way. Al and I left the girls somewhere and we went to a local bar to find two patrons that needed $10 dollars and the four of us ( me Al and two drunks) took off to find the justice of the peace to sign the paper. The justice lived out in the country it seems and he might or might not answer the door if he was sober, We found his house and I knocked….the door opened and there in his bath robe with a patch over one eye like black beard the pirate, stood his honor. He wasn’t smilin’…..I had told my $10 dollar daddy how to spell my last name, (he got it wrong anyway), Al got signed on… I paid the justice for his service and back down the road we went, fast as we could. We dropped off the Dads at their bar with their new fortune and headed for the girls. Someone said hold it…we all have to get a blood test…..I didn’t like needles but agreed and we ran down to a Hospital and got “that” paper signed. “What time is it” someone  said, if we hurry, we can be married on January the 1st….. we went back to the Corral Motel and Chapel where we got most of our info for our brand new license, stood up before a deacon and a little old lady on an old organ that knew the right song quite well, and made it just before midnight. Now I know she still likes to laugh, she can still dance, she  can cook better than my Mom did, 56 years goes by fast when yer have’n fun…….and I know what love is. PAC82014 130

Every Fool Has A Rainbow

by larry on April 6, 2016

in Blog, Songs

I guess it’s kinda ironic that I just put this song up today after having recorded it almost a year ago, because I just heard on the news that the author and performer of the original song has left this world for eternity. Merle Haggard passed away today at the age of 79 and I remember the first time I ever heard of him. My cousin came for a visit from California and he had an album called Live in Philadelphia. He said you need to hear this guy I think he’s great and we played that album over and over till I became a big fan even though I wasn’t into country music that much back then. Time goes by fast; he was a young recording artist back then and I watched him grow older and wiser over the years till he couldn’t stay any longer. And that’s the way it goes ’round and ’round till we spin off to another world we know very little about but you know you’re going anyway …..somewhere over the rainbow and Every Fool Has a Rainbow.



Bois D’arc Guitar

by larry on April 3, 2016

in Blog, Guitar shop

Here are a few pics of the Guitar made from a plank of Hedge or Bois ‘D Arc Wood just finished it today..


Steel String Update

by larry on December 19, 2015

in Guitar shop

Well I finished the little steel String Guitar a few weeks ago and I thought I would post a few pictures and I gotta say I really like it. It has a great tone and feel to it that I didn’t expect. I used all Hide Glue on it and I think it made a difference in the sustain. Don’t know yet if I will sell it but I might for the right price, but I am glad I got it done and off the work bench. Now on to the next project; and it will be made a lot different. I’m going to use a type of wood that is very difficult to get fully cured and stable but has a ring to it like no other that I’ve ever worked with. I’ve heard a few people say that they would like try it but I’ve never seen one completed. I will post a few pics later of the new one.

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Nashville Bound

by larry on October 20, 2015

in Latest News

One of Stranger Creek band member Garry Bichelmeyer’s  songs has been recorded in Nashville by Rusty Rierson Who will be our special guest Fri. night 10/23/15 at the Jewel Theater in Tonganoxie KS  give it a listen and see what you think.

Cool Days

by larry on August 24, 2015

in Downloads

The last few days have been cool, I mean you know……really COOL MAN. The youth in our church made a great presentation of their trip to Denver, Sun and served a good meal of tacos and deserts. I did a little yard work then went to dinner with Gordon and Doris Riley ( Gordon plays lead guitar for the band) then after dinner Rosie and I took in the Overland Park Arboretum. Beautiful sculptures and flowers everywhere and the cool breeze moving the leaves and flowers around like they were trying to dance for us. The sun going down over the pond… sitting under a shade tree toLarrys Phone 266 watch huge gold fish come to the surface to beg for food with yellow finches on the dried cone flowers and humming birds getting one last sip of nectar for their long trip south. I could hear a song being written in my head but couldn’t write it down so I just sat for awhile and listened, till faded away.