I love old buildings. I want to know their history and wish I could see them as they were in their glory days. But, when they have outlived their usefulness, they are often abandoned and left for nature to reclaim. Such is the case for the old gristmill by the river near my house. My dad tells stories of taking corn there to have it ground into cornmeal. The owner would keep a set portion as payment. I assume he would then sale his portion to those who didn’t have corn, thereby getting the money he needed for essentials. It was a simpler time, but probably much harder that we realize.
Tippy and I drove by there today. There is no longer anywhere to get a vehicle off of the road to stop and look around, so I took a picture out of the truck window. I wish someone had reclaimed it before it got in this shape. How neat it would be to see corn ground there again, using water power to turn the mill!
Wanting to get some mileage on the truck, we drove on and made a big loop along the river and back to the house. I had hoped to find somewhere to let Tippy get out and explore, but there really wasn’t anywhere. All of the places on the river that we used to be able to stop are now closed to the public. I think the main reason that the owners put up fences was that irresponsible people started leaving their trash laying around. I certainly can’t blame the owners for wanting to keep their property safe and clean. It does make me a little sad and nostalgic, though.
It didn’t matter to Tippy that we didn’t make any stops. She was very content just to have had a 30 minute truck ride. After taking in all of the new sights, a nap was in order.
I cracked up when I peeped in and saw her toys lined up and perfectly spaced!