bcmktg
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Urbicide said:Small world indeed. Farms I used to drive by are now subdivisions in quite a few places. Kind of sad. Big houses popping up on tiny lots. And traffic. I have my little piece of the earth were I go to gain inner peace and tranquility and to fire up a saw or two and cut some wood. Duke Energy had an outfit called ABC Tree Service doing their clearance work this past summer. Brand new trucks and chippers and not a single gringo on any of the crews I happened to see. Don't see them now. Must have gotten too cold for them. Nice meeting you Ralph.
Vince
You are right - it is kinda sad to see the woods go away so rapidly and be replaced by overpriced tract homes. Maybe that statement smacks of hippocracy in light of the fact that we enjoy cutting wood, but my father always taught us boys you shouldn't cut trees you aren't going to use for something and you shouldn't kill game you aren't going to eat.
Talk about sentimentality... my favorite saw is Dad's Remington Pl-5 I inherited a couple of years before he passed away. I remember when he bought it brand new in the early 60's and traded an SL-5 and a Mall in on it. Our family cut firewood with it all through the 60's to burn in our coal furnace to stretch the coal mileage. That PL-5 literally has hundreds of hours on it and has been through countless chains, but it has never even had so much as a fuel line replaced on it that I know of. To this day, it will still rock n' roll all day long each and every day without missing a beat... until you are simply too tired to do anything but carry it to the truck at the end of the day. That saw is a remarkable testament to the capabilities of machines that are designed to last and are maintained properly. In one way, he word 'obsolete' can be defined as something which will no longer do the job it was originally designed to do. By that definition a lot of the old saws will never be obsolete. Maybe that is why I like old farm tractors so much, too! lol
Why so tired, you ask? Well, we split all the wood with a mall, wedges, and an axe. That tends to take a bit of the starch out of you by the end of the day! Of course, you haven't lived until you've experienced the joy of splitting a 12" diameter piece of maple firewood in one stroke by hitting it dead center with an axe and have both halves fly a few feet apart. Why was that a joy? Because that meant you didn't have to pick up the mall and wedges and bust your butt "worrying" it in two. lol All in all, it was good work.... honest, satisfying, rewarding work... close to the earth... and you don't think about your troubles when you're doing it.
Ahhhh... but I reminisce.
Big Al