Continuing with yesterday's theme (the March 27 post, below), this is a remnant of that brief period of highground farming in south-central New York. It's all that remained in 1959 of a mill at the mouth of McCall Pond, near Preston Center in Chenango County. I doubt that there's anything left of it now, 49 years on: if you zoom in on the wall, you can see that the mill was built only of stone, no mortar.If you have Google Earth, the following coordinates will splash you down right in the middle of McCall Pond: 42 29 11N 075 36 58W .
Date: March, 1959
Location: Chenango County, New York
By: LH
Location: Chenango County, New York
By: LH
4 comments:
Hello!
Came across your blog today while pressing the "Next Blog" link at the top of the page.
Upon noting that your site was created for posting pictures, and beautiful and interesting they are, I wondered why you didn't name your blog, PicShers? LOL
Loved visiting,
JannieP
The Persson Post
Hi, Jannie!
Thanks for the kind words, and the sound you hear is me slapping my forehead. Repeatedly. Why didn't I think of that?? As the blog heading says, this blog was intended to be an adjunct to my main one, SherWords, and "SherPics" just seemed like the logical adjustment.
But your "PicShers" is a better one, and I've unabashedly adopted it, as you can see.
I have spent just a little time perusing "The Persson Post," and intend to spend a good deal more as time allows. It looks like you have a very loving family, one you should be proud of, and you clearly are.
While I don't share the details of your spiritual environment, I do share your sense of the universe as one of love and purpose. I was immediately drawn to your post of March 15, because we share a lesson from that universe and its maker in common:
Click here to see what I mean.
Thanks again for visiting... and for improving this blog!
Hi Sherwood,
You put a smile on my face today when I saw that you had changed your title. Honestly, I really did think you had already thought of it but just wanted to stay consistent with your title themes.
I read, "An Extrodinary Day In May" and thought it was a beautiful tribute to your son.
The death of a loved one is a very mysterious thing which leaves the ones left behind with many questions. I thank God for showing me how to cope and for ultimately bringing me joy beyond description. I get a sense that you too, have found peace with your son's passing in ways that bring you joy. The bench was a great idea. I must admit, I hate visiting a headstone and rarely do. So, whereas you adopted my idea for your new title, I just may borrow your bench idea...or something similar, to celebrate the short little life, and what it meant to me, of my son, Trevor.
Looking forward to returning to your blog.
All the best,
Janice
While your Trevor's life may have been a "short and little" one, it was one, and a place for others to remember it is, perhaps, important for them.
You and I, of course, need no such permanent place in geography; we have it in our souls. But a bench, or a tree, or a plaque on a roadside post helps others, so maybe we should do it. I wouldn't have thought so until my surviving son did it so magnificently, but I do now, and maybe that will be a good thing for you and yours. If so, then I'll feel like you and I have exchanged something tangibly worthwhile. Please keep me informed about that, but, even if not, we've exchanged something spiritually worthwhile, haven't we?
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