The other day I chanced to overhear a conversation from the living room. The boss was regaling Jade with tales his mother told him of the logging camps up around Boonville when she was a young lady.
She cooked in a diner/restaurant that we think was named the Brown Derby.
The loggers would come out of the woods periodically and always stopped in for some of the wonderful meals served there.
Peg was the chief pie maker and I can personally attest to her incredible powers with crust and filling. Her pies were much in demand for church bake sales in later days.
I couldn't help but feel privileged to have such a close connection with a time so long ago and so different from today, and to have heard first-hand so many great stories....because although I don't know as many of them as the boss does, I did hear a number of them.
The memories begged to be put in the Farm Side, so that is what I am doing this week.
Meanwhile, here are some of the research links I am using.
Fascinating stuff...do read if you have the time.
Life in a log camp
Food in a log camp
Supper at a modern camp...on the Golden Road!
The Blacksmith Shop
Some pictures
Some really big loads of logs
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Wow you sure did a lot of research for that one! Those loads of logs are incredible! How on earth did they ever move them? Love, Mom.
ReplyDeleteMy Dad's mother also cooked for a logging camp for several years. She said those men were always grateful for a hot well-cooked meal!
ReplyDeleteMom, I nearly always do read a lot of stuff when I write. This one was fun. Love you. And I do not know how a pair of horses could move loads like that. Incredible!
ReplyDeleteLinda, that is so cool! The history we can touch is the most interesting of all