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  •  Thank you for the history (6+ / 0-)

    Fascinating. You learn something new every day. Especially around here, especially if you try! Thanks --

    •  It's my addiction to genealogy and family history (5+ / 0-)

      Long story, but I eventually ran across a town history that mentioned  scythe snaths. To which I asked the question, "Whut?". I opened my dictionary.

      More than twenty years later and having moved from my home state of Wisconsin to New England, I've been able to visit North Leverett many times. I've collected a boatload of details. Lots of pictures. The town hall and the library know me by sight.

      And I'm the proud owner of an old wooden maple sap bucket that has a stamp on the bottom that says "S S Graves, Leverett Mass.".

      That's my g-g-grandfather, Sanford Steven Graves. I had tears in my eyes when I found it. The seller sold it to me for half price. Ten bucks.

      The addiction is like that. I have no pictures, no family heirlooms, and never met any of these folks. I haven't located any living cousins, either. But I have a bucket. A treasure to me.

      I still drop by antique shops, especially those with farm implements, looking for anything stamped with a Graves identifier.

      "Never wrestle with a pig: you get dirty and the pig enjoys it"

      by GrumpyOldGeek on Sat Mar 09, 2013 at 05:07:06 PM PST

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      •  Family History, Local History (3+ / 0-)
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        PeterHug, GrumpyOldGeek, Creosote

        Once it grabs you, you're hooked! Scythe snaths... "whut" would've been my reaction too. But of course the more you learn, the more you want to know.

        I went to an estate sale once with my brother, an old-radio nut. He was taken by a wire recorder, but didn't want to pay $25 for it. He got to talking radios with the man who was trying to sell off his late grandfather's possessions, the basement, upper and lower floors, and attic of a big old Victorian house. We bought a few radios and the grandson, grateful to find someone who actually cared about the old man's treasures, threw in the recorder for $5.

        Same thing happens in Museums; the sad, sad stories of family heirlooms taken to the landfill or burned in the back yard just breaks your heart. Well, mine, anyway.

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