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Showing posts with label Roane County. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roane County. Show all posts

Sunday, May 17, 2020

Covid Journal, Day 64: A Perfect Day

55 and a little cloudy, still humid but so nice, with a soft breeze blowing. I took some of my tomato and early cabbage plants out of the little greenhouse to start hardening off. I am really pleased at how quickly my plants grew, considering I didn't get them planted until the beginning of April.

This has been a perfect day. We got outside early to till the garden and plant more lettuce, onions, and radishes. Everything has come up well except the peas, but there are a few plants and we'll get enough to add to salads, as these are snap peas. The purple beans are finally beginning to show up, and the carrots that I'd written off as a loss have also germinated. No mulch yet--these tiny plants need to get a little bigger or they'd be buried in the old hay we use. Still looking for a source of more hay.

When we finished the garden work, we took a coffee break, then took a beautiful drive to a friend's house in the next county to drop off a load of things for him to re-sell for us. We haven't seen him in 10 weeks, so we had a nice, carefully distanced visit. He also is not going out yet, so we felt safe being there. We came home by a road I haven't traveled since the 1970's, even though it's not that far away. It was really nice; we took our time, and people along the way waved to us even though we were strangers. So many people were outside, enjoying their homes on this lovely day.

I took a few photos along the way, after remembering I had my camera with me. We will have to go back and take more as I missed a good bit at the beginning of this road.

When we got home, we had vanilla ice cream topped with some of the blueberry pie filling I made last year. It was delicious. Now Larry is mowing, and I just finished ordering 378 canning jar lids. That should take care of most of the summer, just need wide-mouth ones now. Maybe not the cheapest deal, but $68 + shipping isn't too bad. I think jar lids may be in short supply this summer, with so many more people gardening--a good thing, in my book. I've never ordered from this company before, so we'll see how it goes.

Now I need to get back outside to get to work with my string trimmer, but here's a few photos from today's drive. The homes along this road (Reedy-Golf Course Road, Roane county, WV) show that this area had some well-to-do farmers back in the day, and indeed even today. The homes are mostly large, well-kept and surrounded by well-maintained farmland.

We'll start here, though, the building that caused me to remember my camera: The Boggs School. No date, but under the name it says Dist. 1.


The home has recently been re-sided with the prettiest shade of green.




If you're longing for a house in the country, this one with its red roof is for sale by Calhoun Realty. I couldn't find a price listing for it though.

Perched high above the road is the Mount Olive Baptist Church. It doesn't look, at least from the road, as if it is still in use, but look at those windows!


Another small, well-kept home. The family was on the back deck, enjoying the day.


Green, green fields everywhere. There will be good hay this year, I think.

Winding along, between the sycamore trees and over a small creek.


I have a thing for old barns, It makes me happy when I see one being taken care of, like this old-timer.

A fine long home, perfectly maintained.


And a plantation-style home. There may well have been slave-holders at one time on this road, given the size of the farms, but most likely no one owned more than a few. This part of West Virginia did not have many slaves, as I understand, but there were many Southern sympathies, and just as many Northern which led to a great deal of friction between friends, family members, and neighbors.


Until tomorrow! This old lady must get to her string-trimming. But what a perfect day this has been.

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Saturday, September 13, 2014

On the Reedy Road: Part 2

I do not know the name of this little church, apparently no longer in use, which sits close by the side of Middle Fork Road. But in every season, this church calls the camera out of my bag. 

The ironweed is making a beautiful show this year along roadsides, here mixing with Queen Anne's Lace.













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Friday, September 12, 2014

On The Road to Reedy: Part 1

 Two or three times a month we travel the back way to Reedy, WV to meet up with our friend Danny--I guess you could call him a picker. He goes to auctions in Ohio and sometimes in West Virginia and finds cool stuff, and if we're lucky we get some of it from him for our booths. He's a great guy, and always fun to visit. This last trip I took time to take some photos along the way because this is just one pretty drive.

Today's pics are pretty eclectic, starting with the side of Danny's barn. Not the warning to someone named Jerry on this stop sign Danny picked up at an auction:


Pretty much everything on the barn is for sale, but not that stop sign.



This used to be a store in Reedy, back in the community's better days. I remember several other stores near this one, but all are gone now. Reedy lies in a floodplain and flooding is pretty frequent, so the town--well, what there is left of it--has moved out to a little higher ground. Reedy was once a thriving place with a railroad and several industries, but today there's not much left in the way of employment.


I love this man's zany yard. I understand that an elderly bachelor lives alone here, but he certainly likes his yard decor.

I'd say the couch has seen better days, but I sure would like to have that railroad sign!


Green, green, green, at least when I took this last week.


More of this little church in my next post.


Berries of some kind (for once I do not know what they are) hang heavy and as beginning to turn color.


Thistle and ironweed add their bright hues to the roadsides now. The goldenrod is also coming into bloom.

More to come, next post!



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Sunday, April 18, 2010

Rte 119

Thursday I needed to go to Clendenin for work, so I took the long way home. Not longer in miles, but longer in time because I never want to hurry when I'm driving 119 from Clendenin to Spencer.
Once a busy road, 119 became a quiet country two-lane when Interstates 77 and 79 were built, relieving the road of carrying the heavy traffic from Charleston to Morgantown and other points north. Those new highways almost tolled the death knell for Clendenin, and the town still struggles to survive since it is now off the beaten path. For me, Clendenin hold a special place because it was where I first began work as a library branch manager. I still have friends there and visiting the town is a reminder of those happy days of hard work and discovery.
The mighty Elk River flows through Clendenin, and although peaceful in this photo, I well remember how the river, fed by multiple creeks, spewed out of its banks in 1997 and left the small town under four feet or more of water.


A barn stands testament to days gone by, as nearby redbuds blazed their herald of spring.


A flash of blue in a dark, north-facing hollow along the road caused me turn around and come back, hoping to see something I'd seen years ago on this road at this time of year.

Nestled into the moist hillside was a lavish expanse of Virginia bluebells, a flower I haven't seen growing wild in many places in my area. And mixed with the bluebells were white trilliums and Dutchmen's breeches.

Although I tried several times for a good photo, I did not end up with a satisfactory one. My problem was the same as when I'd seen the flowers before--the road takes a deep curve here and there is no place to get off the road. It's really not a safe place for taking pictures. I watched behind me to be sure no one was coming, but even so the curving road doesn't give much visibility so I had to snap-and-go. Next time, I will try to find a place to park and walk to the site, if possible, although the narrow shoulders give me pause.

I eventually arrived in Spencer just as the sun was dropping low in the sky. The pretty houses on the hill called out for one more photo, which I snapped just as my camera batter died.
Time to quit messing around and get to the house.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Keeping an Eye on the Plane Van

I don't think I have an explanation for either of these. Anyone want to give it a try? What's the story I should have written about these two photos?

Sighted in Spencer, West Virginia high atop a building.

And just your plain old van in a carport near the Roane-Calhoun County line...


Click the pics to enlarge them. You'll be able to see the fine details on the eye and the printing on the van. If you're that curious.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Snow Pictures 1


These were taken prior to the more recent snows. This was the foggy-snowy-rainy-icy day.

This first pic is looking up the driveway; you can see the slushy mess in the tracks.



The ice wasn't thick but it was and still is beautiful. The weather hasn't warmed up enough to melt it off.



Here you can see the thick fog hanging over the ridge. It was actually very pretty.



Ice-covered spirea looked like red lace.


Pine boughs still tied to the porch rail were a pretty, pretty sight.




It's an icy, snowy track out of Joe's Run. To the right over the bank is the lake. No one wants to go sliding at this point in the road.



The late Orville Hartley's home. It is mostly unoccupied but still maintained by his son. I love this little place; looking at it is a trip back in town. Note the well to the left. Joe's Run was up and muddy because of the pouring rains that changed to pouring snow.




Greater downtown Gay, West Virginia, looking like a Norman Rockwell painting. Pardon the blob on upper right of the picture--that was rain on my camera. This small community was once quite a thriving place, but has dwindled since the major roads took different directions over the year,s leaving the community fairly isolated--but still the main route of travel for people who live in the very rural ares surrounding it. The road to the left is Peniel Road; to the right is Elk Fork. Both lead into Roane County, but one comes out on US Rte 33, the other after a winding way through the country on Rte 119. Where you reach 119 depends on which choices you make on the back roads.




Traveling the driveway is good for an adrenaline rush these days. I'm proud to say my little Buick Rendezvous has been up to the challenge so far, even though it does scrape a little in the center. More snow today will make the trip home interesting.

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