Categories Uncategorized Say Nothin’ Saturday Post author By TC Conner Post date December 6, 2008 10 Comments on Say Nothin’ Saturday You’ve got mail? She planted flowersin an old ringer-washerthey were beautiful Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... By TC Conner Pro hobbyist photographer, drone enthusiast, musician, husband and father. View Archive → ← Dark Video → Oh no, a poem 10 replies on “Say Nothin’ Saturday” Tina at In The Garden told me I should stop by your blog. Been enjoying your photos and I can’t remember the last time I listened to Uriah Heep. Gee, I remember having an address like that once. It’s interesting to hear the story behind the pictures in the comments. TC, I can remember exactly who got their arm caught in the wringers of my mom’s washer. It was my kid brother. I had to hit the release so he could get his arm out. Scared him to death. He was the broken bone kid. Thought it was then. Nope. Lucky. He has had plenty of broken bones in his younger yrs. Ms. Lola: That barn was where I learnt how to strip tobacco; it’s also where the screech owl lived that produced such a fright in us kids when we first heard its call in the night. Ms. Tina: That old mailbox was in the barn, we wouldn’t have found it had we not explored the inside of that old barn.W2W: Yes, Tucker Holler was home for over 20 years. Many acts, and an untold number of scenes. Ms. Fern: It was all I could do not to write more. I think it was the memories those photos still hold. Ms. Sherry: There’s a creek that runs alongside that old barn, wading it with my girlfriend when I was 15 was more than just relaxing. ;~)Ms. Marnie: I was trying to remember which of my sisters got their arm caught in the ringer. It was so long ago that it’s mostly a blurred image right now. It must not have been that serious or I’m sure I would’ve been traumatized. My Mom had one of those washers too. When she got a modern one, she was happy to see the old one go;)BTW, I think you are right about the Rising Sun lyrics. Wickapedia says a version was collected by Alan Lomax somewhere in KY. That would make it way, way before Dylan.Marnie Hi TC,I am hearing stories…the relaxing barn reminds to sit back and listen.Sherry Me thinks you said something on “Say Nothing Saturday!” ;-)Great shot of the barn! It’s been a while since I have seen a wringer washer or an address like that one. Is this a scene from the old homestead? Very moving, and I really mean it. Very lovely TC. Especially that old barn. I just want to go explore it. AAWWW. That old barn sure brings memories back. Mother washed clothes in an old wringer washer when we were kids. Nice touch. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.