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Post by doubs43 on Jun 2, 2007 16:57:29 GMT -5
The attached copy of a photograph and poem were published in the Frederick (Maryland) News-Post in 1971. I ran across this while copying more of my father's negatives. Our house was surrounded on three sides by farm land and about 1/4 of a mile directly behind our place were the remains of an old farm; the stone foundations of the bank barn and the house plus an old windmill that squeaked and groaned as the wind turned the blades. The field had been planted in corn and chopped, leaving the stubble mentioned in the poem. Taken with an Exakta VX-IIa. Walker
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Post by John Parry on Jun 2, 2007 17:04:46 GMT -5
OK Walker
All I need is grease!!
Regards - John
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Post by herron on Jun 2, 2007 18:00:51 GMT -5
Sign me up for a little of both!
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Post by mickeyobe on Jun 2, 2007 23:38:38 GMT -5
I wish I were a windmill. Banana anyone?
Mickey
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Post by Just Plain Curt on Jun 3, 2007 8:06:08 GMT -5
I like bananas and I could sure use a bunch of grease right about now.
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