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2010 Historic Engine Society Power Show Burton Ohio Dodge Brothers Cars WANTED!!
Contributed by Anonymous on: Wednesday 07 April @ 12:19:33 |
 Summer is almost here~
We are invited to The Historic Engine Society's Power show in Burton Ohio August 1st 2010.
It will be a nice day of old engines, cars, people, set at one of the best historical villages around. This event traditionally has an antique tractor pull, old steam threshers driving around, steam excavators digging, Hit and Miss engines, Oil field engines, kid peddle tractor pulls, steam powered saws working, a blacksmith, candle making, and other old cars.
Century Village is made up of old homes and buildings that have been moved into a historical Western Reserve village setting. This event is a great way to introduce people to the fun of old cars!
DODGE BROTHERS CARS WANTED!!
Dodge Brothers club members and your friends riding in your old car get in free!! We have reserved a row to park Dodge Brothers cars that gives us a great view of the tractor parade.
We will have a grill available to re-heat, bring dishes, drinks, and chairs!!
Trailers may be parked at my house.
Here is the plan:
Meet at JC Bittence, Jr.'s house in the morning at 11:30 am EST. (Earlier if you need more unload time)
We Drive to Burton just before 12:00am. The drive is about 10 to 15 miles.We will have support vehicles.
Trailers may be left at the Bittence house all day.
Please RSVP so we can coordinate show spaces.
Please RSVP with what food dish you can bring!
JC & Jessica Bittence, Jr.
330-569-3470
JC Bittence
12689 State Route 700
Hiram OH, 44234
The entire show runs~
July 30, 31 & August 1, 10am-5pm
Antique Power and Steam Show
Don’t miss this show! Many steam-powered machines that led to today’s machine age.
Century Village Museum
440-834-1492
http://www.geaugahistorical.org
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