Saturday, December 6, 2008

Say Nothin' Saturday

You've got mail?

She planted flowers
in an old ringer-washer
they were beautiful


lola said...

AAWWW. That old barn sure brings memories back. Mother washed clothes in an old wringer washer when we were kids. Nice touch.

tina said...

Very lovely TC. Especially that old barn. I just want to go explore it.

walk2write said...

It's been a while since I have seen a wringer washer or an address like that one. Is this a scene from the old homestead? Very moving, and I really mean it.

Fern @ Life on the Balcony said...

Me thinks you said something on "Say Nothing Saturday!" ;-)

Great shot of the barn!

Q said...

Hi TC,
I am hearing stories...the relaxing barn reminds to sit back and listen.

Roses and Lilacs said...

My Mom had one of those washers too. When she got a modern one, she was happy to see the old one go;)

BTW, I think you are right about the Rising Sun lyrics. Wickapedia says a version was collected by
Alan Lomax somewhere in KY. That would make it way, way before Dylan.

TC said...

Ms. Lola: That barn was where I learnt how to strip tobacco; it's also where the screech owl lived that produced such a fright in us kids when we first heard its call in the night.

Ms. Tina: That old mailbox was in the barn, we wouldn't have found it had we not explored the inside of that old barn.

W2W: Yes, Tucker Holler was home for over 20 years. Many acts, and an untold number of scenes.

Ms. Fern: It was all I could do not to write more. I think it was the memories those photos still hold.

Ms. Sherry: There's a creek that runs alongside that old barn, wading it with my girlfriend when I was 15 was more than just relaxing. ;~)

Ms. Marnie: I was trying to remember which of my sisters got their arm caught in the ringer. It was so long ago that it's mostly a blurred image right now. It must not have been that serious or I'm sure I would've been traumatized.

lola said...

TC, I can remember exactly who got their arm caught in the wringers of my mom's washer. It was my kid brother. I had to hit the release so he could get his arm out. Scared him to death. He was the broken bone kid. Thought it was then. Nope. Lucky. He has had plenty of broken bones in his younger yrs.

Cindy said...

Gee, I remember having an address like that once. It's interesting to hear the story behind the pictures in the comments.

Wayne Stratz said...

Tina at In The Garden told me I should stop by your blog. Been enjoying your photos and I can't remember the last time I listened to Uriah Heep.