tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261187.post6775589081357774595..comments2024-03-28T14:13:23.835-04:00Comments on By Neddie Jingo!: If a Miller Were My Trade/At a Mill-wheel GrindingNeddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079885040758748553noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261187.post-7677283049597581022009-03-31T23:17:00.000-04:002009-03-31T23:17:00.000-04:00"Food for foreign devil!"Around here, it's lilacs ..."Food for foreign devil!"<BR/><BR/>Around here, it's lilacs and asparagus and orange day lilies that tell you where the old farms were.Monadohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12523329434641725631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261187.post-89059861264767873612009-03-16T12:48:00.000-04:002009-03-16T12:48:00.000-04:00I had a fabulous urge to blow a humongous fart aft...I had a fabulous urge to blow a humongous fart after reading this. I did so and, immediately, for about 300 feet 'round, all the native schist cracked into millstones! "Oh, Schist!" quoth I, grinning savagely at the burnt hole smoking in the back of my pantaloons.<BR/><BR/>Did you ever think, what the hell does "subgum gai pan" really mean?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261187.post-18547918131177630362009-03-14T21:51:00.000-04:002009-03-14T21:51:00.000-04:00Looks like a nice day out. Hard to believe that su...Looks like a nice day out. Hard to believe that such remnants still exist so close to Dulles, Ashburn, etc.<BR/><BR/>That house and barn look like fixer-uppers well worth rehabbing.<BR/><BR/>--GBAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261187.post-25429477195233343662009-03-13T03:16:00.000-04:002009-03-13T03:16:00.000-04:00I am at a loss to decide which I like better, the ...I am at a loss to decide which I like better, the rambler posts or the musical ones. Fortunately, it's a decision which needn't be made.<BR/><BR/>Thanks.Linkmeisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00576347754628145004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261187.post-40268902141412071542009-03-11T19:38:00.000-04:002009-03-11T19:38:00.000-04:00Hey, Dan!Don't be a stranger!Hey, Dan!<BR/><BR/>Don't be a stranger!Neddiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17079885040758748553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261187.post-74926904132875783202009-03-11T13:56:00.000-04:002009-03-11T13:56:00.000-04:00I love the tales of your local journeys. Thanks f...I love the tales of your local journeys. Thanks for sharing them.<BR/><BR/>I'm a bit further down towards Hillsboro and always cherish sunsets over Short Hill ... and curse the winds screaming across the flatlands below her.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261187.post-46465704324526518452009-03-10T20:38:00.000-04:002009-03-10T20:38:00.000-04:00Posts like this are the reason I keep coming back ...Posts like this are the reason I keep coming back to Jingoland. Keep it up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261187.post-72894288805746753032009-03-09T10:31:00.000-04:002009-03-09T10:31:00.000-04:00How I love these historical posts of yours, Neddie...How I love these historical posts of yours, Neddie. The leisurely stroll through an unassuming wood that reveals signs of the prior passage (and perhaps permanent dwelling) of earlier generations. Signs, you gratefully point out, not yet paved over.<BR/><BR/>It occurs that there's no place I'm aware of here in notorious Salem, Mass, where I could take such a walk. We're too much a city, and even open areas are preserved primarily for paying tourists. I'd have to move inland, I think, to equally quaint but lesser-known towns, to find a field or stand of trees worthy of perambulation. Eyes peeled for the errant bull, natch.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261187.post-27219837517136813812009-03-08T21:24:00.000-04:002009-03-08T21:24:00.000-04:00Given that the top surface looks quite smooth, I'd...Given that the top surface looks quite smooth, I'd suspect what you've found there was a working (albeit rustic) bedstone rather than an abandoned runner stone.<BR/><BR/>But then, I don't know a damned thing about how they went about milling grain in Olden Tymes out there in your, er, neck of the woods.RobotSlavehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09848632559112974545noreply@blogger.com