...beggars would ride," my maternal grandmother used to quote to me regularly, along with "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions." I guess she had her reasons.
One thing I wish is that the old family sawmill still sat in what is now my front yard. My wife would hate it, but I'd love it. I spent many a good day at the place and, once I reached age ten, I helped saw a lot of lumber there, for the next five years or so. But, alas, the old mill was sold, after Dad got a bigger mill and put it at the farm. The power unit was moved to the new location, and a neighbor gave Dad a few bucks for the shed. It was dismantled and reassembled on the guy's nearby farm to serve as a livestock and equipment shed.
It was only a two head-block mill, but it sure sawed a lot of lumber over the years. I'd love to still have that ability. Below are three shots of the place. You might know that I don't have one good photo of the place that holds so many memories for me. Still, I enjoy looking at the photos that I do have.
Exterior shot, with family friends in foreground.
Interior shot showing end of shed away from highway.
Interior shot showing end of shed toward highway. The phone pole you see in the background is where the big light was installed, after the lumber theft mentioned in an earlier article. My father and grandfather are sawing. The onlookers were on a tour put on by a local lumber company (Elston's, of Marietta).
Yup, wish I still had that little mill and shed. I can't think of a better hobby! Copyright 2015-.