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Sunday, June 26, 2016

6-26-16 ~ Steven's Barn and Our Old Land Rover

Once again it is time for Tom the Backroads Traveller's Barn Collective. Please some and join.

This is the old Steven's barn just down the road from us where STILL sits our old and beloved blue and white Land Rover.  It's has been resting there for way over 25 years. Gene is still wanting me to buy it back from his son even tho it probably does not run. Remember...it was my eldest son who after a driving lesson in the front field turned it over into the creek crossing our Bridge to Somewhere. I see it every time I go in or out of town and wish we still had it...all 6 miles to the gallon.






I just had to add this watercolor I finished yesterday. My precious Eloise has now finished elementary school and is off to middle school in September....oh, dear...now the fun really starts. I posted it on my Buttons for Baga art blog, but wanted to share it here, too. The little girls are all her pals. Some went to her school and some to other schools. The ones with the National Elementary Junior Honor Society scarves around their necks were at her school. Add one more thumbs up from me for my granddaughter's job well done!


Sunday, June 19, 2016

6-19-16 ~ The Old Knick Red Barn

Once again it is time for Tom the Backroads Traveler's Barn Collective. Please join him with your pictures of barns you have seen and photographed. This is such a special little meme with all varieties and sizes of barns old and new...and even some that are falling down.

This barn sits across the road from us. It was owned by the Knick family who built our house...the one you all saw in the vintage picture I posted a while back. Larry had serious heart disease plus advanced diabetes but continued to live as our neighbor after a heart transplant for around 15 years. He was such a dear friend to Bud and me, and every time I got myself in a jam he would come and bail me out. I would get the riding mower hung up on a rock time and time again, and I was always trying to move furniture getting it stuck or turning it over. I didn't call Ghostbusters, though...I called Larry, and he came ASAP. The last thing he did was put me up a new mailbox with his grandson helping him. After he passed away the house sat empty for a long time, and then the remaining brothers and his widow sold it to the Zollman family. They have re-roofed the barn, added the quilt painting to the top, and moved in a little outbuilding. We miss out dear friend, but it is so nice to have someone living in the little green house once again.

Mr. Zollman usually has his white truck parked horizontally in from of the barn which made taking a picture of the new quilt addition not very nice. Then....one day I was coming home and I hit the jackpot...a sunny beautiful day, my iPhone with me, and no white truck.

I cropped the shot down as much as I could so you could see the little quilt square. 
I have always wanted a quilt block on our barn, so to have one across the road make me a very happy country girl. Maybe one day I will get one here. That would be icing on the cake.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL OF YOU DADS OUT THERE IN THE BLOGOSPHERE




Sunday, June 5, 2016

6-5-16 ~ A Barn, Flowers, and a Sad Week at the Robinson Homeplace

This week I had to have my beloved pal of 16 years, Little Jack the Schnauzer, put down because of kidney failure, incontinence, and advanced dementia. I never knew dogs could get dementia, but Jack was having a terrible time getting lost and just not responding. He laid in his little bed crate almost all day. It has broken my heart as I have never killed or had to have a doctor put down any animal in my life (a ground stinging bee hive attacking me and flies so not count). I had no idea how hard it was going to effect me, but there has been some real depression. As always, I draw to try to get over the doldrums so here is my first beginning sketch. Jack is NOT a girl as you all know, but I love bows so put them on him. The lighting was terrible this morning so please excuse the dark gritty places in both pictures.


As the week went on, I decided to try to come up with something happy that included him so created... The Kerrs Creek 2016 Beauty Contest with him as the Judge from up in Doggie Heaven. In case you cannot read the names of the contestants here they are...
Edgar Egret
Kelly Kitty
Brenda Bluebird
Matilda Mouse
Claudette Cow
Roscoe Rabbit
As you notice, they all have their little red hearts on them.
Just hunt and you will see them.


So, how do you put a smile on a sad old face....well, you go out and take pictures of a very old barn of a friend and all the wildflowers he planted 3 years ago and has nurtured them day after day. Thank you, Tom, for giving me a reason to brighten my days this week. For anyone wanting to see more pretty barns, go to Tom the Backroads Traveler's Barn Collective. This post is also linked with I Heart Macro and Macro Monday 2


















Thursday, May 26, 2016

5-26-16 ~ North Mountain during a Break from the Rain



For a few hours on Monday, the skies opened up, and Buddy raced to take me up on North Mountain to see the rhododendron and mountain laurel. We did not climb on the mountain...only drove to the first overlook before it started to sprinkle again. 




I took the first two pictures through the windshield as Bud was driving up the mountain. It is amazing to me that the glass can be so yucky but still allow a clear shot. The variation in the lighting as we drove around the curves is so interesting.








 These three pictures were shot from the overlook.  We were looking into what Bud calls  " The Great Valley of Virginia" towards the Blue Ridge Mountains. The last shot is of Lake Robertson, a favorite place for fishing, camping, birders, hiking, family reunions, and they even have a swimming pool.



Mountain Laurel

 Rhododendron


Unknown with Lots of Spikes on Stems


Purple, Pretty, Unknown



Before we got back into the car, I could not resist taking a picture of the rain coming down on the bubble at the door. What I wasn't expecting was to discover my bizarre reflection. My derrière leaves a lot to be desired. When I enlarged this several times my little camera became apparent so I knew it was moi.











Monday, May 23, 2016

5-23-16 ~ Our World Tuesday ~ Hartbarger Fire

A week ago after I got home from town, it wasn't long before I heard one siren after the other. At first I just thought it was another truck wreck up on the Interstate, but there were way too many trucks zooming by the house with their noise makers going like crazy. I walked out our driveway, and the first thing I saw was lots of fire trucks and vehicles all up and down the highway. Our house is on the left behind and just past the 2 vehicles and the truck. As I walked across the street, I saw all of these other trucks and knew it was the Hartbarger homeplace. For years, I used to walk up and down the road with them, but they are all gone now, and a grandson of one of the sisters lives in the house. All of these shots are SOC...both my iPhone and my hiker Canon. Let me tell you that no one was hurt. I did not go across the road to gawk, but rather to be of any help I could be to the family. The very elderly remaining sister with Alzheimer's got out as well as the others, and she has been taken to family in MD, while the rest are living in the old green Stonewall Service Station off to the right that I have posted in the past...remember this:



 The grandson says he is going to fix the burnt out house, but I do not see how that is even possible. The fire department called it a total loss.

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 There were three tankers and they were pumping from the creek in front of our house in 3 different places. They also put up what looked like a BIG square red swimming pool in the road where the hose is. I think maybe that is what you are seeing on the blacktop  before it was inflated.
I took the following pictures as the fellows were fighting the huge fire. They were so young, and it was so frightening to me seeing them put their lives on the line like that. So many of the volunteer firefighters in this area I taught which makes it very personal. The smoke was so severe at one point I started gagging. Never have I seen anything like this.

There were a lot of flames forming from this first floor read window.



 Even a volunteer firefighter needs a bit of water at times like these.

 Here the discussion begins about going into the house.

 Here they are gearing up to go in. 
The fire appeared to be out in the front but was still raging in the back.


The Goshen,VA, volunteer chief is giving them their final instructions.

 Here is the first one gong in. I became so upset I had to turn and walk to the other side of the house. I overheard one of them say his foot had gone through the floor but was OK. I could not look so I do not know if the others went in or not. I kept wondering about the oxygen. I thought it was inflammable, but the tanks were on their backs, black face covers pulled down, then their breathing gear on their faces, and their helmets. This one man had what I thought to be some sort of a long axe. 

When I got to this side, I saw the fire blazning on both floors.
It was like it was never going to end. 

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These last two pictures Buddy took when he went out to run the next morning.




Before I close out this post, I just want to say how professional and committed these young men were under such frightening circumstances.  Our volunteer fire departments can mean life or death to us  who live way out in the country where there are no fire hydrants. We the homeowners  MUST be on our toes about protecting our homes from fires like this. Ours is 100+ years old, and I feel sure it would be gone before the trucks ever got here. The Hartbatger home was not as old. All we have is the creek that runs in front of the house - and most of the time it carries little water - and to compound things you have to cross our "Bridge to Somewhere" to get to the house. It would not hold tankers, and I question if it would support the firetrucks. I have always been afraid of fire. My daddy was a safety engineer with the Corps. of Engineers, so I grew up in a house that had SAFTY FIRST written all over it. I never leave the place without double checking that all lights, fans, window AC's, the dryer, the coffee pot, my heating pad....you name it and I double check to be sure it is turned off. Still, we could be hit with an electrical fire in a split second. We sit almost flat on the ground with no basement so have all kinds of varmints under there chewing away on whatever they can find to put against their teeth. We just have to be careful, review our our escape plans, and pray our guardian angel is looking after us. We also continually put out our No Kill traps trying to catch the pesky and noisy visitors. When Buddy gets one, he drives it up on the mountain and drops off his little friend to start a new life far away from us. We all need to give thanks for the blessings we have received. It is called Gratitude.I cannot begin to imagine what it would be like to be in this situation.


This post is linked with Our World Tuesday.




Sunday, May 22, 2016

5-22-16 ~ Remains of Huffman Barn and Buildings


Some weeks ago I stopped by this spot where what was left of the big old 1800's barn stood. Now, it is all gone. These photos are from last week.It is nice to know that all of that wonderful wood is going to be repurposed.

As you can see, all of the remaining frame has been hauled off and only scrap is left. I stumbled around in it trying to pick up small pieces without nails for my artwork...wet and slippery...but I did manage to bring home a number of pieces that are STILL trying to dry out.

This old white barn is still standing and in good condition. I did not walk into it to see what I might find, but I certainly was curious.

A really funky structure still standing. I need to go back and ask the Huffman boys what this is and if the white barn is still in use.

 This old structure looks like it might be a boarded up chicken house, 
but once again I do not know.

Last but not least....the burial ground for old farm equipment.

If you are interested in seeing my art posts for this Sunday, you can go to:
http://buttonsforbaga.blogspot.com

Be sure to go by and check out all of the other barns on Tom's Barn Collective...
AKA...Backroadstraveler
I am linking up with it today.