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Post by BuckSkin on Mar 18, 2022 5:33:20 GMT
Coal Stove
This is in the church-house.
Look at all that Yellow Poplar !
Saturday_18-September-2021 Thanks for looking.
Make sure you didn't miss anything on Page 1.
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Post by BuckSkin on Mar 18, 2022 8:51:40 GMT
Campfire Cooking I believe this is peeled, cored, and sliced apples. In the other kettle is ear corn, or corn-on-the-cob if you had rather. In 2019, before the pandemic, these woods were full of campfires with all sorts of cooking going on. 18-September-2021  |
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Post by BuckSkin on Mar 18, 2022 9:20:45 GMT
No idea who this gal is, but she is missing a few incisors. 18-September-2021  |
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Post by pontiac1940 on Mar 18, 2022 16:53:04 GMT
Great stuff BuckSkin! This family is doing a lot to preserve and educate. Yeah, more fun that a commercial "museum." Hope you do not mind the intrusion...thought you would be interested. In August 1993, I worked for 4 weeks in Mongolia. (Mongolia, the republic, vs the semi-autonomous region of China i.e. Inner Mongolia, where I have also worked.) This is a scan of a print. The farmer is standing next to his grain mill which I believe was powered by him and another vs a horse. It was inside a shed. I think there were two arms for pushing the upper grinding stone.  |
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Post by BuckSkin on Mar 18, 2022 21:51:07 GMT
The farmer is standing next to his grain mill which I believe was powered by him and another vs a horse.
I bet that guy thought he was up-town with that setup; it sure beat wallering it around with a mortar and pestle.
My Great-Grand-Daddy had a water-powered grist-mill on Sulphur Creek (Sulphur Creek was close to the gates of H E Double-El and everyone who lived around there had seen the devil more than once)
Charlie Lewis Rooks told me that, as a little boy, it was his Saturday job to take a sack of corn in his little red wagon to Great-Grand-Daddy's mill and wait his turn in line to get it ground into corn-meal; Charlie said he could have made better time staying at home and chipping it up with a pocket-knife --- not so much because the mill was slow, but because everybody went to mill on Saturday so they could visit with everyone else.
My ancestors might have amounted to something if they hadn't been so gregarious.
As to the Mongol's mill, take a look at those pegged mortise-&-tenon joints; I am not sure if they are a true "tusk-tenon joint"; but, I think they are a version of a tusk-tenon; the pegs appear to be wedge-shaped to draw the joint tighter as they are driven in.
One little peck on the bottom side with a hammer and the peg jumps out and the joint slides apart.
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Post by BuckSkin on Mar 19, 2022 1:02:49 GMT
This is the home of the landowners who host this event every year.
Note the sign.21-September-2019  This is the dinner bell.
If my great-uncle were still alive, it would just be a matter of time before that dinner bell would be standing in his front yard; he was a born and bred cleptomaniac who stole every dinner bell in the country and then he would display them in his front yard as if to taunt his victims.
Another thing he could not resist were those concrete stable boys that held either a lantern or a big ring to tie your horse to; I bet he had forty of them lining his driveway.
He was notorious for it; people today still laugh and joke about it.
Several years ago, I was in a man's barn and there was a dinner bell leaning in the corner, with a log chain ran through it and no less than three big locks hanging on it; he said to me "Well, your old uncle's dead now, I guess I can put up my dinner bell." 21-September-2019 
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Post by BuckSkin on Mar 19, 2022 5:18:58 GMT
My favorite person is feeding Sorghum Cane into the mill that will squish all the juice out of it. The juice will be boiled down into Molasses. You have got to be ever mindful of the sweep that is missing your noggin by mere inches as it passes overhead. And, also, keep your hands and fingers out of the press, else it will drag you through and squish the juice out of you and probably ruin that batch. In the first provided link, take note of the label on the jar of molasses; they were made in the same county and within a few miles of this place. 18-September-2021  =x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=  =x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=  =x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=  |
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Post by BuckSkin on Mar 21, 2022 12:46:25 GMT
This whirly-go-round had a most ear-splitting squeel and was bad in need of a squirt of oil; it was akin to nine anorexic school-teachers dragging their nails across the black-board.
At first, my little accomplice didn't want anything to do with it on account of it hurting her ears; I don't blame her as it was sure hurting mine.
But, like most women, she has selective hearing and selected not to hear the squeeling and have some fun.
People five hundred feet away had their hands over their ears.
My little buddy is the one on the far side giving it a spin.
The girl in blue is the one missing several incisors.
Next year, I am taking my oil squirt-can.
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Post by BuckSkin on Jun 20, 2022 18:39:47 GMT
My cute little sidekick ready for a ride in the Barouche.
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Post by BuckSkin on Jun 20, 2022 20:17:11 GMT
A pair of Liver Chestnuts and an Amish Buggy
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Post by VickiD on Jun 22, 2022 3:16:41 GMT
BuckSkin, thanks so much for your stories. My mother came from Kentucky and for most of my life while growing up (until I was 17) we would visit every year. I have wonderful memories of Kentucky...a different part from where you live. My Grandmother lived near Van Lear in Johnson County. I'm still in touch with one of my cousins who lives there, but most of my mother's generation have passed on. Someday I'll get back down there for a visit! In the meantime, I can reminisce by reading your stories.
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Post by BuckSkin on Jun 22, 2022 3:46:44 GMT
BuckSkin, thanks so much for your stories. My mother came from Kentucky. Someday I'll get back down there for a visit! In the meantime, I can reminisce by reading your stories. |
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Post by BuckSkin on Jul 5, 2022 6:22:57 GMT
Spoke-wheeled Wagon
The Thornhill Wagon Company of Lynchburg, Virginia.
More information HERE, HERE, and HERE (Be sure and read the descriptions).
At HERE and HERE, there are six pages of historic photos; after you view a page, click the white arrow to load another page.
Take note of the huge Oak Tree behind the wagon, and the log cabin and log barn.
10th Annual Lawhorn Family Molasses Festival
Liberty, Casey County, Kentucky
18-September-2021
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