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if i did`nt see ... i would`nt believe it !!! ...no not a UFO or a Sasquatch but things as equally odd to me as those ...last year . even though i live in the rattlesnake infested south i had never seen a live one .. cruising thru the end of the Appalachian mountains here in north bama i spotted a large one crossing the road in front of me one time . i wowed up and got out to get a close up look at it ... later i swear i saw a black bear at a local stream i visit regularly .. no one else has seen one outside of the mountains in new market .. i know for a fact i saw an eagle as i got a picture of it but it is locked away in photobucket ..and i saw a black man riding a horse one day ..i had never seen that .. well starting off this year i have a new never seen list started .. i just saw a three legged deer ..iv`e seen cats and dogs with limbs successfully amputated but never what would be considered a wild critter .. it was right out in the open standing next to a house with a fawn .. i turned around and went back to get a picture and it stayed in place for a second but ran off because other traffic was nearing .. how does a three legged deer happen or survive .. i think it must be taken care by how it let me get close to it .. it was a crowded neighborhood ..

Darwin has a theory about those whom can't outwit a tree.

Now there's something I haven't seen in decades. Burning a house by the F.D. , to much pollution being released is the fear, esp'y if the house had lead paint, it'll be all over the neighbors houses now.

HA !! i love these new geico commercials .. the cloggers ... the fencers .. and the latest .. the pipes ... i laugh every time it comes on .. i wish i could reach them and suggest a new one ,, we love this old house but we have a problem with bugs ... then bugs bunny comes out .. what`s up dock ,,,

So Hoss, when the grandson sells what type of place do you expect will replace this house that he had burned? Since you mentioned turning down "your street", and the neighbor whining about smoke from leaves burning it sounds like you're in a neighborhood development with small acreage plots as opposed to big farms with lots of acres for crops and/or grazing. Do you see folks coming in, buying property, knocking down the structures and then building McMansions around there?

i scowered back a few thousand posts and realize i have not posted a picture of my pinto .. it`s the only hotrod i have left .. i peruse the local parts for sale adds every day still looking for a 5 speed trans to shoe horn in it .. ebay has the occasional one for upwards of 1000 $ or more but i`m waiting on getting a whole vehicle for that or less ..when i put the 4.3 V6 in it came from behind a standard shift truck but silly me went with a turbo 350 instead as the pinto was already an automatic car ..i am also in need of a rear end .. i guess i`m gunna have to find an 8 inch out of something and narrow it few inches .. that is not beyond me .. a friend has a couple of mustang 2 8 inch rears that would be a direct bolt in but will not let me get one .. some friend huh .

Yep. That's a seagull alright; the same as we get here in NZ.
In the winter months they do tend to fly inland, and they will scavenge anything.
They do congregate in flocks, but when food is scarce they more often fly solo but within sight of each other.
When one sights a dead animal or a paddock that has been recently cultivated he drops. His neighbour sees him drop and heads for where he dropped. His neighbour sees him drop, the fourth one follows suit and so on ad infinitum, and in ten minutes you've got literally hundreds of them.
Gulls are primarily meat eaters, so they've never bothered me.
But we've also got Paradise ducks who are grazing birds. They will decimate a recently planted pasture in a day, by not only eating the blades of grass but pulling the new seedlings out by the roots.
And I've seen hundreds of those bloody things all in one paddock too.

Rattlesnakes, diamond backs, were plentiful at Camp Pendleton when I was there in the early to mid 60's. There was a guy, Cajun, in one of the outfits that used to hunt them a night when we in the bush. I don't ever remember him not coming in with a least one and as he would enter the area he would shake the rattles which would cause certain folks to hastily exit.
He'd cut off the rattles and skin them and cook them over an open fire, not bad tasting but a tad greasy.

I'm enjoying reading your posts and your reminiscing. I bought my farm off a William (Bill) Balsom. Bill bought the farm by buying into a partnership with his older brother, and had eventually bought his brother out.
His older brother had done the same thing, by buying into a partnership with their oldest brother and he too had eventually bought the oldest brother out.
The oldest brother had bought the farm from the Wright brothers, they too were in a partnership, and were still in partnership when they sold up just after WWII.
Winefride (Winnie,) Wright, the only child of both Wright brothers, married Colin Malcom.
Not long after I'd bought the farm I asked Mrs Malcom (nicely,) if she could put to paper her memories of the place.
She was terribly pleased that I was interested enough in the history of the place to take the trouble to find out more about it.
She came up trumps.
She wrote about the struggles of two English immigrants coming to a block of solid bush halfway up the side of a mountain, who had no knowledge of farming of any description, and were the first people to settle and work on this virgin block.
She really did a great job, describing the wild bush fires of the 30's, unco-operative horses, the actual clearing and draining of the place...I was both pleased and impressed.
I'd also approached the Balsoms to do the same.
They managed to write half a page as against Winnie's 'book'.

Then I realised I'd better do the same myself.
So I did.
I now have the written history of what was my farm going back over 100 years.

Don't really know what to do with it now.
Today's kids couldn't care less.

Originally Posted by johnboy

I now have the written history of what was my farm going back over 100 years.

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was`nt that how the Tv show " Little house on the prairie " got it`s start .. someone writing down day to day family history .. i remember my mothers father a little bit .. he was born in 1866 he died in 1965 almost a week from being 100 ..i was nine at the time ., imagine talking to someone who went through all the changes in those 99 years .. i dont know a thing about him .. what he did for a career .. what he thought of electricity when it came out .. or airplanes or automobiles or radio or tv ..i do have one story involving him and my father that i have yet to compose ..

where there`s smoke there`s fire .. i have mentioned a time or three in previous posts that i live a half mile from a cotton gin .. iv`e mentioned the smell of dust and defoliants as they go through the ginning process from october to december .. i may have even mentioned the smell of rotting cotton bows that emanate from the 50 ft high piles of shelled cotton hulls but i dont think i have told of the stink that comes from when the piles spontaneously combust ever year about this time ..and for the last 40 years having the fire department show up and be able to do nothing .. it will just have to burn it self out and i have to hope the wind blows in the other direction which rarely happens ...

i went by there today .. it is still a work in progress ..my fathers place was not open , they are still hiring people .. it will be a neat place when it is finished .. it`s called Stovehouse Huntsville .. you can google it up ..some businesses are open .. i imagine this virus stuff has put a halt on progress .. it was Martin stamping and stove company since 1929 or so .. i worked there briefly in the early 70`s .. i still have my first pay stub but i cant find it .. 40 hour week i brought home 62 $ ,, i loaded boxcars all day long with King brand i think gas heaters headed up north .. or they may have been Martin brand ..

JB, that is very cool. I'm sure if you spoke with a local paper, if there are any left in your area, they would probably love to publish it. Or, you could have it printed on metal and affix it to the oldest structure on the property. IMO someone will appreciate it and probably more than you realize in the future. Once those people are gone to tell the stories they lived, if they aren't documented, they're just gone.

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snake and mongoose came to huntsville and raced on the old airport in 69 or so .. i was there but only 13 and dont remember a whole lot about it ,, i do remember a lot of noise ..

recently a customer at work came up to me and said " aint your last name Moon ? " yes i said .. he then pulled out this menu from a new business that had opened up recently in Huntsville .. to my surprise it`s my fathers picture on the menu .. its` also my father name of the business ,, come to find out a company had bought the building that my father worked in for nearly 40 years and renovated it into several small businesses .. the owner of this establishment found this picture of my dad in the area of the place that he was making into his store .. so he named the store after my dad .. i have not been there yet but a couple of my brothers have ,, my dad worked there 40 years or more as supervisor of shipping and receiving .. this picture is from 1955 .. the year i was born .. several other brothers and even i worked there for a while ..