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At the Mill

Spinning Wheel

Whirring, whirring, softly whirring,
Round and round the spinning wheel goes.
Humming, humming, always humming,
Spin the flax to make the clothes.

~Enki Grade One

Work Basket

We visited Mabry Mill on Monday, a fitting thing to do on Labor Day.
We packed a picnic and sat in the grass with our sandwiches.

Mossy Roof

Mike and I have been going there a number of years now, probably more than ten,
though my own history with the place goes back much longer.
I recall driving over on a whim, between classes in college.
It stuns me to think of the things we would do with just a few hours' time.

Saddle Basket

Mainly, we went to see the interpretive exhibits that will end in a little more than a month.
It's good for the children to see the things that are part of our verses, stories, and movements in person.
They still adore Tales from the Green Valley and Victorian Farm, making it all the more special.

Buckrail Fence

That's a saddle basket and there's buckrail fencing at Groundhog Mountain, for the curious.  I didn't get pictures of the sorghum press or the still or the mill (most importantly), but that's okay.  The children enjoyed seeing it all and I know that we did, too.  We've been going there long enough to have seen things age.  An old wagon that sits out by the mossy roof has even been replaced with an entirely new one.  No one runs the forge any more.  I suppose it comes down to the Park Service having interpreters with the skills to perform the needed repairs and tasks.  Roan says he's a jack-of-all-trades, so we'll have to start grooming him for the job now.  Probably would suit him--ranger, woodwright, farmer, blacksmith.  Perfect.


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Sep. 16th, 2015 05:51 am (UTC)
Oh, that all sounds wonderful! This is exactly the type of thing we love to do. We are taking part in a harvest festival this weekend which has sorghum making, and demonstrations of old-timey skills and such. And you like Tales from the Green Valley and Victorian Farm! - Stacey
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A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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