Here's a very weathered look to a local roadside stand. In the 34 years I've driven by it summers and falls, I have never seen it open for business. Slowly but surely, it's making its way to the ground. It's in the middle of nowhere. There isn't a farm in sight for miles. Kind of a mystery, if you ask me. Mom attempted quite a few gardens over the years, with not much success. However, she often stopped at roadside stands in the afternoon for tomatoes, string beans and corn. The job of snipping the string beans for dinner always seemed to fall to me. I kind of enjoyed the task, always knowing that her creamed beans would find their way to the table that night. I always made sure I saved room on my Thanksgiving plate for that cream-style staple. Beans!
Monday, November 21, 2011
Roadside Stand
Here's a very weathered look to a local roadside stand. In the 34 years I've driven by it summers and falls, I have never seen it open for business. Slowly but surely, it's making its way to the ground. It's in the middle of nowhere. There isn't a farm in sight for miles. Kind of a mystery, if you ask me. Mom attempted quite a few gardens over the years, with not much success. However, she often stopped at roadside stands in the afternoon for tomatoes, string beans and corn. The job of snipping the string beans for dinner always seemed to fall to me. I kind of enjoyed the task, always knowing that her creamed beans would find their way to the table that night. I always made sure I saved room on my Thanksgiving plate for that cream-style staple. Beans!
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j'aime bien cette vieille maison abandonnée en bois, on dirait un vieux stand dans une ville fantome
ReplyDeleteSomething else that we see fewer and fewer of these days - roadside produce stands!
ReplyDeletewhy do i feel the entrepreneurial spirit stirring when i see a place like this?
ReplyDeleteI'm drawn to abandoned sheds and stands. Want to know their stories. And beans - ho! - my dad always had a big garden, and we 5 kids moaned and groaned about having to string all those green beans. Seems silly now - what was so arduous about THAT?
ReplyDeleteToo bad this stand isn't open anymore. My grandmother used to make green beans and my sister and I would snap off the ends to help her prepare. We always thought it was a fun job. I liked the sound of the bean snapping and the little spritz of water your fingers sometimes got. Nice memories. :)
ReplyDeleteCreamed beans sound interesting. I don't believe I've ever had beans served that way.
ReplyDeletea lovely old, ignored place. my favorite veggie is peas and carrots, though!
ReplyDeleteMy parents always bought tomatoes from roadside and small farm markets. Gosh I wish I could get tomatoes that good now.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a roadside stand my mom and I patronized in Michigan. It seems the best fruits and veggies are always found at little roadside stands. This one sure looks like a mystery.
ReplyDeleteI like the weathered look and the wonderful background!
ReplyDeleteLove green beans!
ReplyDeleteNow Bird, you are going to have to share the creamed green beans recipe. I've never heard of such. And as for your stand. I think you've made it look quite charming. What'll you see the shed on my blog tomorrow! Not a good as yours my friend.
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That stand should be preserved as a historical monument. Start a campaign now.
ReplyDeleteSo, someone has been paying taxes on this for three decades without getting any use out of it? Strange.
ReplyDeleteI am the bean snapper in my family unless my son is around. Creamed? No. Always steamed.
Thirty four years? That's an awful long time for this poor building to stand there empty. Maybe you could open up a photo store? Or photo studio?
ReplyDeleteOh, I know, you think I'm full of beans!
You could be the perfect analysand. Your free associations are so beautiful and lucid.
ReplyDeleteI love this kind of rural decay.
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