Wednesday, October 13, 2010
We moved into our home in '77 on Elenka's birthday. That first week after work one day I ventured a walk up through the back field and woods. On my return trip, I ended up pretty much right behind the house, where an old Maine barn once stood. As was the case on most old farmsteads back in time, before town dumps, each farm had places selected to dispose of their trash. They also had their wells scattered about the property. This blue truck hood covers one of of the discarded wells. Every once in awhile, while digging up rocks for a new garden or moving some trees, I'll come across a spot that was once used as a dumping spot with bottles, mostly broken, and others not broken down through the many years. Back then, it was a different time... a different world.