"Where?" I asked.
"I don't know, just somewhere." was the response I heard. But that is the response I expected from him.
I powdered my nose, packed a snack of cheese, crackers and water, and out the door we went.
KOP asked if I wanted to eat lunch at Patti's 1880 Settlement. I told him that would be great...but it burned down a few months ago. But we headed that direction anyway by way of Dover and The Trace through LBL.
We stopped at the buffalo range, but they were all grazing on another hill somewhere else on the range. Our next stop was The Homeplace. I have been there before but KOP had not. I paid the fee and chatted with the lady at the register for awhile when KOP struck up a conversation with another employee and found out that she had once worked at Trane Co. Trane Co conversations always are indepth. And before long another former Trane employee joined in the conversation. I had to encourage him to end it so we could get on with our trip. After all, it was nearing lunch time and we were still a long way from Patti's 1880 Settlement...that had burned down a few months ago.
I love photographing peaceful settings and there were lots to shoot at The Homeplace. Even the wooden fence has it photographic appeal.
But KOP got a little tired of my pursuit of objects and settings that I found beautiful. I really didn't spend that much time looking for something to shoot.
We continued along the trail until we reached the homeplace setting. It was hard to imagine what life was like living and surviving as the people did during that time period. Even though the setting was beautiful, I had my doubts that the lawn was that neatly manicured. There were several out buildings and they each had a purpose. For those that grew up in the mid 1900's the words corn crib, smoke house, hen house, tool shed, wash house, and potato house are well understood, and will likely revive a few memories. Even the breeze way that separates the house in half contributed its part to the setting...by allowing a breeze to blow through and bring some relief to the residents during those hot summers. Not so sure they helped a lot during the winter.
My attention was immediately drawn to quilting frame and quilt on the front porch. I'm not sure I would have ever completed a quilt by this method. However, this was the way my mother quilted all of hers.
Chickens in the yard brought back childhood memories. Eggs, baby chickens, happy clucking of a freshly laid egg, watching your step as you ran barefoot in the grass, cleaning their droppings off the porch, and fried chicken on Sundays.
Oxen enjoying the day off...no plow to pull today.
Sheep doing all they can to keep cool. Not easy with a heavy wool coat.
I think the weeds are winning.
A peek inside the smoke house revealed country hams ready for slicing.
On our way to where Patti's used to be, KOP saw a sign that advertised a golf course. And, of course, that is the direction we went. After several attempts to get the GPS to pick up...in the middle of no where... I decided to just wing it hope that we would find a good restaurant somewhere...out in the middle of no where.
We crossed the new bridge at Canton, Ky. I had seen photos of it in the past and was excited to finally drive across. I was driving and was unable to make my own photo so I borrowed a photo from the internet.
We ended our day with lunch at Barkley Lodge before finding our way back to Clarksville.
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