I've almost depleted the collection of fence pictures I managed to take during my visit home to Petersburg. This particular fence was one that established the boundaries of how far I could venture on my great-grandparents' farm when I was younger. To go further would involve 2 ponds and miles and miles of adventures up a winding holler. One of the great things about WV is the never ending hollers. When I did home-visits as a child development therapist and social worker, everyone (and I mean everyone) lived up THIS or THAT holler. No GPS, just crazy directions like "make a left where the road splits at the two trees" kinda holler.
Just the use of the word "holler" lets me picture what the landscape must be like.
ReplyDeleteSometimes those descriptions were the best kind of GPS...haven't wandered up a holler in a long time. Great fence, love all that lichen growing on the fence posts.
ReplyDeleteHmmm.... being from East TN, I know just what you are talking about :) My that fence looks like it has been there a long time. Can you imagine the stories it could tell us if it could talk.
ReplyDeleteWhat stories females could tell!! Fences and buttons!
ReplyDeleteA lot depended on if you lived at the "mouth" or "head" of the holler. Shoes stayed cleaner if you lived at the "mouth".
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