My parents, Robert and Sarah Shimp Grismore, were patrons of an artist in Parke County. I think she was some relation to my father, but really I don’t know. She painted pictures on canvas, on old saw blades, on wooden paddles and even the flat side of old cast iron irons.

I’ve highlighted some before on this blog, but I’m not going to go and make a bunch of links because the very people who might be interested can easily type her name into the search box.

Here are a couple of the irons:

We enjoy them here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse . . . of course, we do have to watch out that no one irons out any disagreements by the whacking method.