Mystery Picture: Who Can Identify this Little Log Building?
Who can identify this building? (Hint: Only the older, more mature siblings will stand a chance of remembering what this is). You must write a 100 word essay on a new post rather than a comment on this one if you know what it is. First prize: 50 cents.
I remember it very well - sans boat- but I don't think I can come up with a 100 word essay. So does that mean that I am not to identify it? Give me time, I may be able to write a bit, though.
Apparently Elizabeth is one of the younger, less mature, siblings, leaving only Louise and I who knew and know everything. No Louise, you don't have to write the essay. Just tell us what it is.
This is the granary on our place in Ralston. It has been moved from its original location, which was some distance from the house. It was overshadowed by outhouses one summer. We had made a little playroom out of a space in the back room, with a box, I think, for a table, and probably boxes for chairs. It was to this little room where later in the day I eventually made my the way the day I "ran away from home" when I was upset with Mother and talked back to her and she took after me with a broom, and where Dwight and Elizabeth found me and warned that Mother was looking for me. I soon heard the door open and knew that I was caught and I bent down where I was sitting, feeling very sheepish, and she didn't see me. Dwight and Elizabeth came back and said that Mother would be gone for a bit and to get on her good side I should go in and clean the house. Which I did, then retreated back to the gtanary. When Mother got home I went in all repentent and we had both cooled off. The full story is in my book, page 61-62, in case you are interested. (the boat belongs to whoever lived there when the picture was taken.) The granary can still be seen from the highway amongst other buildings. (I almost made 100 words)(posted it here anyway.)
Louise, thank you. This was really bothering me. I guess that there are some things that are forgotten with time. I do remember the granary, and even comment on it when we have driven past on the highway. I well remember what the FHA outhouses on the hill looked like, but I had forgotten about this little building. You won!
Has all of this been going on without me? At first I supported Elizabeth with the Essex Cabin identification...I am neither one of the younger nor one of the older, but I still get my say. Right? I, too, loved to play in the granary. One time I was playing in there with Vern when the door locked from the outside and we could not get out. He heroically broke the glass in the door and was able to open it from the outside knob. I remember he cut his arm quite badly as he shoved it through the hole in the broken glass. I checked the door in the picture and sure enough, it is a half window door. The question is when and where did Dwight acquire this picture?
Now we're getting somewhere. When Russell and I went to Powell three years ago, on impulse, I told him to drive over the tracks by the place we lived during 1941-1944 about a mile west of Ralston WY. I wanted a picture of the house as it remained, but couldn't get that without being too intrusive. So I took a picture of the log granary which Oscar gave Dad.
As I remember, there were three rooms (areas) in the granary: the side with the windows facing had a workbench; then a partition separated the other two areas. I think the granary, now facing south, faced west when we were there.
I remember the workbench because one Christmas I got the bright idea of trying to make a dollhouse with furniture for my sisters. I made crude little chairs and tables out of plywood and I don't know what else. I don't know how I cut them out or stuck them together. I also made Emma (Tvedtnes), the angel who cared for mother when Ann and Steve were born, two little shelves in the form of owls, the pattern for which I got from one of Dad's craft magazines. Emma kept these little owl shelves hanging on her kitchen wall in Penrose for as long as I can remember. As far as I know these projects were my first and last handicraft efforts.
The granary was very dirty and dusty and I can't remember what Dad kept in there, if anything. But it is one little piece of family history. I remember going out there on cold winter days and looking at snowy Heart Mountain off to the west through the windows of the granary.
That is why I think we should all move to Ralston. Thank you all for playing the game.
This is neat, all these stories generated by one little picture. I, too, remember the grain, but I had forgotten about the workbench, and Dwight's story brought back those memories of his crafts. And I had forgotten about Judy's experience. So good stories and memories.
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Who's boat?
You're not one of the older, more mature, siblings.
I guess I'm one of the older, more mature siblings, but I'll be darned if I know what this is????
I remember it very well - sans boat- but I don't think I can come up with a 100 word essay. So does that mean that I am not to identify it? Give me time, I may be able to write a bit, though.
Apparently Elizabeth is one of the younger, less mature, siblings, leaving only Louise and I who knew and know everything. No Louise, you don't have to write the essay. Just tell us what it is.
Essex Cabins? 100 words? Not1
Not even close. Give up. Tell them, Louise.
I never did get to play with the definitely older, questionably more mature, siblings. Oh well! Still want to know who's boat.
This is the granary on our place in Ralston. It has been moved from its original location, which was some distance from the house. It was overshadowed by outhouses one summer. We had made a little playroom out of a space in the back room, with a box, I think, for a table, and probably boxes for chairs. It was to this little room where later in the day I eventually made my the way the day I "ran away from home" when I was upset with Mother and talked back to her and she took after me with a broom, and where Dwight and Elizabeth found me and warned that
Mother was looking for me. I soon heard the door open and knew that I was caught and I bent down where I was sitting, feeling very sheepish, and she didn't see me. Dwight and Elizabeth came back and said that Mother would be gone for a bit and to get on her good side I should go in and clean the house. Which I did, then retreated back to the gtanary. When Mother got home I went in all repentent and we had both cooled off. The full story is in my book, page 61-62, in case you are interested. (the boat belongs to whoever lived there when the picture was taken.) The granary can still be seen from the highway amongst other buildings. (I almost made 100 words)(posted it here anyway.)
Louise, thank you. This was really bothering me. I guess that there are some things that are forgotten with time. I do remember the granary, and even comment on it when we have driven past on the highway. I well remember what the FHA outhouses on the hill looked like, but I had forgotten about this little building. You won!
Has all of this been going on without me? At first I supported Elizabeth with the Essex Cabin identification...I am neither one of the younger nor one of the older, but I still get my say. Right?
I, too, loved to play in the granary. One time I was playing in there with Vern when the door locked from the outside and we could not get out. He heroically broke the glass in the door and was able to open it from the outside knob. I remember he cut his arm quite badly as he shoved it through the hole in the broken glass.
I checked the door in the picture and sure enough, it is a half window door.
The question is when and where did Dwight acquire this picture?
Now we're getting somewhere. When Russell and I went to Powell three years ago, on impulse, I told him to drive over the tracks by the place we lived during 1941-1944 about a mile west of Ralston WY. I wanted a picture of the house as it remained, but couldn't get that without being too intrusive. So I took a picture of the log granary which Oscar gave Dad.
As I remember, there were three rooms (areas) in the granary: the side with the windows facing had a workbench; then a partition separated the other two areas. I think the granary, now facing south, faced west when we were there.
I remember the workbench because one Christmas I got the bright idea of trying to make a dollhouse with furniture for my sisters. I made crude little chairs and tables out of plywood and I don't know what else. I don't know how I cut them out or stuck them together. I also made Emma (Tvedtnes), the angel who cared for mother when Ann and Steve were born, two little shelves in the form of owls, the pattern for which I got from one of Dad's craft magazines. Emma kept these little owl shelves hanging on her kitchen wall in Penrose for as long as I can remember. As far as I know these projects were my first and last handicraft efforts.
The granary was very dirty and dusty and I can't remember what
Dad kept in there, if anything. But it is one little piece of family history. I remember going out there on cold winter days and looking at snowy Heart Mountain off to the west through the windows of the granary.
That is why I think we should all move to Ralston. Thank you all for playing the game.
Is the game over? I know one thing Dad kept in there: wheat. Because I remember chewing just enough to make "gum".
This is neat, all these stories generated by one little picture. I, too, remember the grain, but I had forgotten about the workbench, and Dwight's story brought back those memories of his crafts. And I had forgotten about Judy's experience. So good stories and memories.
Ok - no wonder I wasn't supposed to play. What fun stories.
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