Several of my recent posts have focused on national politics. This one is a break from all that, all about mingling with neighbors at an annual get together that celebrates ‘old fashioned farming’. There’s a particular emphasis on the role of steam power and tractor power to run sawmills, shingle makers, grist mills, etc. That’s mixed in with jams and jellies, farm animals on display, antique cars and tractors upon tractors, and of course food. A great time was had by all.
This was a cabinet shop making windows, powered by the steam engine next door.
The pair of horses above was powering the belt-driven thresher seen below:
I don’t even want to think about using the ‘tractor’ below:
The one below is as old as I am and was originally owned by a friend of mine’s father. My friend has spent the last couple of years restoring it. I asked him to start on restoring me next.
I admit I did have one moment of thinking globally. Among the several hundred present on Saturday, at one point an elderly man walked through the crowd in my direction. I noticed as he approached that he wore a relatively common Navy veteran’s baseball cap; dark blue with gold trim and his ship’s name on the front. It took a couple of second’s for the name of his ship, the U.S.S. Indianapolis, to register in my brain. When it did I turned around to see him slowly walking away. The back of his cap said it all: “Survivor”. If you don’t know the story; read it here.