I love those old barns.
Me too. Used to be many more in the area. They are purchased, disassembled, and brought to Texas and Connecticut mainly. There is an awesome barn nearby. Iāll get a picture this weekend if I think of it. It spans 2 sides of a dirt road with a bridge connecting the two sections of barn
I used to work tobacco, up into my late 40-s I chopped, speared and hung barefoot in up to a 8 bent barn. Those were the daysā¦
Not for the meek. Tobacco was field tobacco, in the Pioneer Valley, considered the champagne of tobacco leaf .
The nature and the lovely old barn reminds me of Sweden. The picture is like a snapshot of time where the location is on a spectrum. Like quantum physics
Pz
I worked one summer at a tobacco field and in a cigar factory in Azores. It was very fun and one of the best summers of my life. Tobacco is such an interesting plant. So many variables to think of.
What a wonderful pictures!
Pz
Thatās me, chopping my sectionā¦
This is the old man and me, he passed away, as did 100% of potatoes farmers, he did potatoes and tobacco, back in those days, theyād churn the chemicals in a barrel with their bare arm. All died from cancer. He was the last in Hadley, Mass.
Wonderful, love to look back into peoples past. Seems like you have had a great life!
Pz
Yea, well that debatable, lol. But farm life was amazing.
That makes me a little sad I guess. But at least theyāre not thrown away.
Now thatās a MANās job! I used to work hard in my younger years as well. I miss those days and friends and after work beers and joints and on and onā¦
Every day beer after workā¦ some farms would allow workers 1 or 2ā¦ some farms would be pissed if you didnāt go get that 2nd or 3rd 30 pack!!
Sun would melt ya
Our stone walls are going to other areas too. One thing we have in abundance is good hard stone, often flattish with a sometimes straight front. Real pretty colors in some areas too. Some greenish, reddish, purplish colors with the browns and Greyās. I often think of the peoplethat built the walls. One, 15 minutes away, Iād wide enough to drive a carriage on.
Some old sayings about the lack of soil from the areaā¦
" two stones, one dirt"
" if rocks were meat, and dirt was salt, you wouldnāt have enough salt to cure your meat"
An old insult was to call someone a " side hill plow boy" implying that the person worked poor land. Which they often did.
Some walls on my property. Some are 5 plus feet wide for considerable distance. One is in major disrepair but is 10 feet wide. I think an area chimney or two was pulled out of it, damaging it.
10 years here and i still find old bottles and cans. Genesee beer. The hero of many a local wall builder.
So much history. Iāve never seen an old wall or old barn like those in person. I would wander around those walls and barns all day if I couldā¦until someone takes a shot at me. I actually pay people out here in the mountains to hang out on their private property for the day. They find it amusing
Oh man. I could take you to some amazing old cellar holes here by me. Rich in historyā¦
Joints, beers and history?! Man, Iād take that over Disneyland or whatever any friggin day and Iām dead serious about that.
Those stone walls are really cool and very mysterious. Down in the southern Appalachians theyāre just like that. Some go on and on up the side of a mountain. The pioneer life is amazing to see how they made do. Very ingenious.
oh, and I also helped my neighbor with their tobacco harvest. Very different than anything else. I remember the hands after a day of stripping the cured leaves off.
Those old rock* walls are awesome! There are miles of them all through Connecticut from forever ago. You can tell the old ones from new ones that people try to replicate and there is no comparison. Craftsmanship is way off.
Brick? Did your phone play a trick on you?
I keep hearing about stone walls in New England that predate the Colonial period walls
Iād love to see them.
@HumblePie420
Lol. Weāre rural, but civil. At least most of us are. Youād be more likely to get stuck in a conversation than struck with a bullet lol. The old farmers like to chat. Of course, there are exceptions. Iāve been shot at once and shot once ( just birdshot from long range)and saw a leveled shotgun another two times, but didnāt stick around long enough to make sure it was aimed at me
Old lady Murphy thought I was after her plants. I was after her trout lol. Trying to fish the creek. When parked and scouting out a path to the stream, she drove up and said
" I jes want you tā know I own from these hyar flats hyar to them thar flats down yonder, and I donāt allow no fishing!"
But I had to try lol. Caught my first trout on her land. An 18 inch rainbow. My girlfriends family owned the other side of the creek, but I couldnāt properly fish where I wanted to from that side.