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Here are some pictures of our new grandson, Ridge. He’s a fine boy – first child of our son, Cliff, and his wife, Millie. (Click on the picture to view whole album.)

Ridge

Ridge

(04.04.2010, 10 Photos)

Meet Baby Girl, my daughter Robin’s sweet dog who is staying with me for a while. Ain’t she cute?

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The pictures were taken around where I live in a part of Chester County, SC known as Armenia.

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Rodeo

Rodeo

(16.01.2009, 59 Photos)

Here are some pictures of my son, Cliff, at the IPRA world championship rodeo in Oklahoma City, OK. Click on the picture to open album.

You can get a better view of this album and others Here.

New Rumford

New Rumford

(05.11.2008, 8 Photos)

Some shots of the Rumford fireplace my son built in his new house. He built the house from wood that he cut and sawed himself. (No mortgage.) My son, Cliff, is a very good carpenter, builder and woodsman (not to mention a world-class calf roper).

I mowed the pasture today. The grass was thick and tall and needed this cutting now, just before cold weather sets in. I like it like that – thick and tall – so that it’s clear where the last pass was and the next needs to be. The horses pretty much stayed out of the way, as they have experienced the clatter of the tractor and the tossing grass before and were not too interested. My dog ran along with me for awhile – darting here and there chasing dislodged field mice and sticking her nose into the fresh cut grass, but she grew weary and bored and eventually went back home. My wife came to the fence and called me in for lunch, I ate, and then was back out there again, alone for the rest of the day until the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon. The sight was quite spectacular as the full moon rose and lit the eastern sky while the setting sun was creating a warm orange glow in the west.

You can really be alone, mowing. No one bothers you. You are free to let your mind wander and mine did, too. I thought about all the work that needs to be done around here and all the projects I would get done if I had the time and the money. I thought about how satisfying it would be to not have a job and to really turn this place into a working farm. I thought that I would like to have chickens and goats and grow organic vegetables. Now it’s just a home for horses, dogs and cats – and us. But that’s really enough.

I’m glad to have done with the mowing. It’s been bothering me for awhile, knowing it needed doing but putting it off. But being out there, on the land, feeling the rise and fall of it and the fresh touch of fall in the air and getting it done, helped me. Helped me forget about the mess our country is in and the bills that are due and all the things I should not have done and the things not done that can never be. Somehow the land and the air and the deep woods beyond and the fresh cut grass seemed enough. Full enough for today.

First FireI wrote in an earlier post (The Handmade House) about the house that my son is building and the fireplace he has been working on. Well, he has just finished his fireplace. Pictured here is one of the first “test” fires and it is working well. We built the first stage out of fire-brick and concrete blocks but the rest of it, including the chimney, he formed up and poured with concrete. This may be a one-of-a-kind. In any case, I have never seen a chimney of poured concrete.

It is amazing how well this design works. It draws very well but yet most of the heat is deflected out rather than up the chimney. The whole thing is free-standing, as it is in the center of the house rather than on an outside wall. You can click here if you would like more information on Rumford fireplaces.

The whole thing will eventually be faced with cut rock and will be beautiful as well as functional.

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