Lost history

A Piece of Lost history hidden along the creek

We took a wrong turn but what a great wrong turn!   We ended up coming upon this long, lost, beauty.  I am guessing it was a grist mill at one time.  The strange thing is that I can’t find any info on it.  I tried to research it when I got home to no avail.
It set back off the road, along a quiet creek, perched upon the hillside.  I was surprised, I was even able to see it.   It had the stone structure underneath which is common for the old mills.  It looked to be in great shape considering the age of it.  I wanted to ask someone to walk up and shoot it but there was a gate with no trespassing signs and private property signs.  I wasn’t able to get access to it.  If I had I would have shared the photos.
I thought this was a true, treasure to find.  A piece of lost history, perched along a quiet creek in the solitude of the woods of Kentucky.  I can not explain, in words, my emotional connections to these relics of the past.  They don’t make structures like this anymore.  The detail is superb.  Lots of blood sweat and tears went into making this structures in the day.
I hope you can sense the peacefulness of this place, through my words.  I could sit here all day and listen to the birds sing and the water kiss the rocks as it passed over them.  Taking time to reflect on the moment and to hang onto, one more memory.  A memory of beautiful Kentucky countryside.
©Tammy Sullivan 2015

Heading deeper into the countryside, we passed what used to be an old gas station.  There was still a gas pump there as well as an old garage.  Stuff has a tendency to build up over the years, as you can see here, there were many relics from the past.
I remember as a child, riding with my grandpa to a local gas station which was similar to this one.  The attendant would fill up the car, clean the windows, check oil and catch up on the small town gossip.  Those were the days when there were things more important than rushing to the local Wal-Mart.  A time when you knew your neighbors and a handshake sealed many a bargain.  I know those days are gone forever.  Maybe that is why I have to stop when I see a place like this.  I didn’t know the people who owned this station but I remember people who owned places similar to this one.  Passing on my Lost in the attic pics.