Burnt logging slash/debris offered some life to soil.
But temporary if soil was used to try to farm.
Busted farms reverted to the state and became some of todays public grounds.
Still crap for growing much. Oh sure there's trees after decades.
I forget the name of the farm by where Dad built a home.
Immigrant told in his home country to look for oaks as a sign of good soil.
Alas , oaks here often mean sand. Sand Dad called moon dust.
The mans dairy farm failed leaving a few scars and part of a silo.
One of many.
Stumps were salvaged after logging.
On the bombed looking landscape a white pine stump meant shingles to be cut .
Here's a man who tried to farm after logging.
He brought a cow indoors in a cold spell. A chicken still the following year.
Not funny. He did it to keep them alive in the colder part(s) of winter.
In May of 1937, photographer Russell Lee (1903-1986) was in the cutover near Iron River in the upper peninsula of Michigan. He photographed a homestead and its occupants, the family of one Lon Allen. Here are those photos from the Library of Congress (photos listed to have “no known...
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