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hafocIt was a gray, autumnal day, and prompted me to gray, autumnal thoughts. Out wandering the countryside in the rain, seeing the first tinges of fall colors in the maple leaves-- too soon, too soon!
I was on an inspection in the Deward area today. Deward was one of the biggest things going around here, way back in 1901; a sawmill town with enough population to make it one of the biggest.
But Mr. David Ward's executors, who had founded the place after his death, wanted to log the entire 80,000 acre property and sell all the lumber within 12 years, pursuant to the provisions of his will. They did it. By 1912 the forest was gone. By the 1930s, nobody was left in the town.
Now, they say, if you know where to look, you can find a few fragments of glass. And through the woodlands run a few sidewalks, going nowhere.
I was on an inspection in the Deward area today. Deward was one of the biggest things going around here, way back in 1901; a sawmill town with enough population to make it one of the biggest.
But Mr. David Ward's executors, who had founded the place after his death, wanted to log the entire 80,000 acre property and sell all the lumber within 12 years, pursuant to the provisions of his will. They did it. By 1912 the forest was gone. By the 1930s, nobody was left in the town.
Now, they say, if you know where to look, you can find a few fragments of glass. And through the woodlands run a few sidewalks, going nowhere.
