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Each day we bring you one stunning little glimpse of history in the form of a historical photograph. Enjoy!
About this site:
I have been an avid collector of old photographs and documents for over 30 years. The photographs on this site are derived from material I have collected over the years. Some came from old family albums, some from material I bought at flea markets over the years, and some from government archives of public domain images, including the US Library of Congress, and the National Archives. We appreciate you visiting this blog, and hope you find it interesting.
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This was an enjoyable week. I love the outdoors and looking at those lumberjack photos brought a good feeling to me. It is something I kinda wish I had done when I was young. Or at least tried until I cut my arm or leg off.
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Kind of unbelievable what they were able to do back then. No real fancy machinery, but able to cut down giant trees and stack giant piles.
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WOW! I really enjoyed this week's theme as well. Though I don't visit daily, you remain one of my favorite blogs, friend. :)
ReplyDeleteIn the late 1950's, I went to high school in Nevada. There was a kid, Paul S. who was a year ahead of me. Then, one year, he was a year BEHIND me in school.
ReplyDeleteYears later, I worked with Paul and he told me his story. Being a typical teenager (like me) he knew everything there was and a lot more, too -- so he quit high school and went to Oregon to be a lumberjack.
He was 5'8" and a scrappy guy. He said he and another guy about his size always stayed together when they "went into town," because it took the two of them to fend off one Lumberjack who wanted to fight.
After two years of this, he decided to come back and finish high school. He had figured out that there MUST be a better way to earn a living than this!
Paul went on to finish college. He was grateful to the lumberjacks because, "If I had, instead, gone to work at the local industrial plant, in a softy job, I would still be there working shift work."
Interesting photos this week. My dad had a sawmill when I was in high school and I loved going up to the mountains to help delimb and haul logs. I knew a lot of loggers (and mill owners like my dad) but I never knew a rich one!! Hard work and the pay just barely covered expenses and groceries.
ReplyDeleteDid you hear about the lumberjack who cut off his left arm and leg ....He'll be all right.
ReplyDeleteI was searching blogs with old photographs. Yours came up on search and your pictures are great. Interesting topic of lumberjacks and the big trees.
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Logging trains intrigue me. Isaw the locos at this site http://www.isses.org/USarticle3/longleaf.htm while in college. Great story also.
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