There is something about an old barn with a breathtaking background. Don’t you just love them? Today, I am sharing fall photos of barns, churches, gristmill, log home and old homeplaces.
My great grandmother, Florence McNeil, loved to “go to meetin’” and in her late seventies she walked nearly ten miles to attend services or revivals at this outdoor campmeeting site on the right. She carried a lantern to light her way when darkness “set in” on the trip home. Sometimes my father, Howard McNeil, her grandson, walked with her to church. Dad thought so highly of his Grandma Florence, that he named me after her.
The log home on the right was built by my great great grandfather. Imagine building a two-story home with hand-hewn pine timbers gathered from part of the family’s 1200 acres of land. By mixing small chiseled pieces of chestnut shims, hog hair, and mud, James Ireson McNeil created mortar-like chinking to place between the pine logs. He strategically placed a large fireplace upstairs, a small fireplace downstairs, and covered the roof with wood shingles. In 1848, he completed the log home built for his bride, Lydia Smith.
On crisp autumn days, leaves with vivid hues of
Crimson red, luminous orange, golden yellow,
Radiant green, and lucent burgundy
Drift gently to the forest floor.
Yesterday, December 20th, was the last official day of fall. This concludes my Fall Foliage Series. I hope you have enjoyed my photos. I have received great pleasure taking them and sharing them on my blog.