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You may recall the museum display of some 2000 reamers, or "juicers" as we always called them---the kitchen device that you use to squeeze the juice from a half of an orange..  That display is enough to draw one to this museum, but we read more recently that the museum is the new owner of a vast collection of hand painted Japanese porcelain cups, saucers and tea pots.
So, a trip to Cuero on the 25th of March,  but first lunch now that we have arrived in Cuero about noon.
We went to a place familiar to us, the Main Street Kaffee haus and bakery.  The special for the day was either barbequed beef on a waffle or barbequed beef spaghetti.  I advised the congenial order person behind the order counter that both sounded horrible.  Dee made amends for me by saying that I was a traditionalist when it came to barbeque.  I picked up on that and ordered a bbq beef sandwich. It was good.  Here is  the inside of the self order café.

The café is owned by the lady who also owns the Pecan Haus.  She happened to be there at this time, so we couldn't resist the opportunity to let her know that we knew her sister in law Lilian, also of the area.  Lilian is the one who was bitten by a copperhead a few months ago.  She is doing well, but the copperhead is not.
First off, we cruised the market  where there were  a  number of "doily makers" and a few farm producers selling their products.   We bought a cauliflower.  Spotting the library, we needed to check it out, but found that it was closed on Saturday afternoon---kinda unusual, but that's the way it goes.
Another feature of this market was a five member western band, vocalist included. The sound was pretty good.  Here they are:
The band was better than the one person in the spectator area would suggest.

Off to the museum.  Here we found the display very interesting.  Best to just read the brochure as it tells an interesting story.

The person who was the docent of the day was very helpful in explaining the display and also contributed a lot to the chit chat of old times, even though she was not very old. (she holds a pencil the normal way and also knows cursive writing.
Here is a photo of just one of 5 display cabinets filled with the Japanese pottery collection.



She told us about the black persons' school in Cuero that existed prior to about 1960.  The focus of the display was its winning football team.  Speaking of schools, she pointed us the right direction to see one room school being restored--on Church street.
For the size of Cuero, the city does a good job with history and the preservation of history.

We chose a new route home from Cuero, through Nixon and up 1174 to 90a and then into Seguin.


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