Trash Digger
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Thursday's Hunt
OK, I'm late getting these posted, but it has been hectic around here the last couple of days with company rolling in for Christmas.
The skies loomed dark and threatening, the hint of rain only moments away, as I pulled off the highway. The modest house had been built in the 20s. Years later, an addition was added and the home was converted to a church. This was the desire of the lady who lived there upon her passing.
Praises to the Lord no longer echo from the walls of the neglected structure. The windows, boarded over in their solemn silence, reflect the sadness of the sagging doors and the deteriorated roof. Shingles and tin on the ground gave testimony to the elements that now reside in the pews where devout worshipers once sat.
The only singing present on these hallowed grounds today were the tones of the DFX as it reserected the detritus and artifacts of a time gone by. The coins were few. Poor sharecroppers had little cash to lose, and that was carefully hoarded for the simple needs of life and for the offering plates of the church.
Other objects testified to the activities that once took place here. Pieces of a toy gun told of children once playing here. A red button told the tale of a distraut lady who later had to repair her Sunday dress. Pieces of hardware gave evidence of the furniture that once gave comfort to the owners.
Behind the building, evidence was discovered of one of the few luxuries enjoyed by the tenants over the years. Much to my surprise, I saw that the privy had had a concrete floor and base. What had prompted the owners to this bit of extravagance when the signs of no other luxuries were extant on the property?
In the woods, and just to the south of the house, was discovered the site where the cast off items were carried when they were no longer required to sustain life or purpose. Rusted cans, buckets, pots, and bottles, lay on the forest floor among the leaves. The greenbriars entangled me when I was foolish enough not to be wary of their prresence.
The rain never came, and after 7 hours of hunting and trudging back and forth to the trusty F-150 with my treasured objects of the past I returned home.
Mike
OK, I'm late getting these posted, but it has been hectic around here the last couple of days with company rolling in for Christmas.
The skies loomed dark and threatening, the hint of rain only moments away, as I pulled off the highway. The modest house had been built in the 20s. Years later, an addition was added and the home was converted to a church. This was the desire of the lady who lived there upon her passing.
Praises to the Lord no longer echo from the walls of the neglected structure. The windows, boarded over in their solemn silence, reflect the sadness of the sagging doors and the deteriorated roof. Shingles and tin on the ground gave testimony to the elements that now reside in the pews where devout worshipers once sat.
The only singing present on these hallowed grounds today were the tones of the DFX as it reserected the detritus and artifacts of a time gone by. The coins were few. Poor sharecroppers had little cash to lose, and that was carefully hoarded for the simple needs of life and for the offering plates of the church.
Other objects testified to the activities that once took place here. Pieces of a toy gun told of children once playing here. A red button told the tale of a distraut lady who later had to repair her Sunday dress. Pieces of hardware gave evidence of the furniture that once gave comfort to the owners.
Behind the building, evidence was discovered of one of the few luxuries enjoyed by the tenants over the years. Much to my surprise, I saw that the privy had had a concrete floor and base. What had prompted the owners to this bit of extravagance when the signs of no other luxuries were extant on the property?
In the woods, and just to the south of the house, was discovered the site where the cast off items were carried when they were no longer required to sustain life or purpose. Rusted cans, buckets, pots, and bottles, lay on the forest floor among the leaves. The greenbriars entangled me when I was foolish enough not to be wary of their prresence.
The rain never came, and after 7 hours of hunting and trudging back and forth to the trusty F-150 with my treasured objects of the past I returned home.
Mike
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That is writing!! 
Very nice.
