just a share:
old days, like where we live, logs were the only option to build a house, except brink, and there was even
a brickyard business right next to the logging business in a very small community where we live:
both of those 'old-ways' were over-come by 'new-ways', but some of their off-spring are still here,
and still 'logging for the world' in 'new ways'...for what the world calls 'middle-class', the 'logging industry,
on a home-family-level, can very, very lucrative...
the brick-yard lays empty, but the old train tracks that loaded and carried the logs,
are but a long, lost memory, but still just thinking about it and visualizing those ole-timers floating
those great big logs down that black creek, gators/snakes & all, and then loading them on
the waiting trains,
it's kind of thrilling to think about for us, because hub and me, we were privileged enough to ride our horses
over those beaten old paths for many years, and we heard the real history from many of those who had lived it,
their houses were built from it and so is ours today...
it was truly a thrill, especially being able to one on one talk to some of those who had lived it...
we really do live in a very special community, kind of like, 'apart from the rest of the world',
just in a different kind of way, because of God...we're very, very, thankful, always...
old days, like where we live, logs were the only option to build a house, except brink, and there was even
a brickyard business right next to the logging business in a very small community where we live:
both of those 'old-ways' were over-come by 'new-ways', but some of their off-spring are still here,
and still 'logging for the world' in 'new ways'...for what the world calls 'middle-class', the 'logging industry,
on a home-family-level, can very, very lucrative...
the brick-yard lays empty, but the old train tracks that loaded and carried the logs,
are but a long, lost memory, but still just thinking about it and visualizing those ole-timers floating
those great big logs down that black creek, gators/snakes & all, and then loading them on
the waiting trains,
it's kind of thrilling to think about for us, because hub and me, we were privileged enough to ride our horses
over those beaten old paths for many years, and we heard the real history from many of those who had lived it,
their houses were built from it and so is ours today...
it was truly a thrill, especially being able to one on one talk to some of those who had lived it...
we really do live in a very special community, kind of like, 'apart from the rest of the world',
just in a different kind of way, because of God...we're very, very, thankful, always...
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