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Hester Store is a historic general store located at Dacusville, Pickens County, South Carolina. It was built in 1893, and is a two-story, front gable, weatherboard-clad building with an ashlar granite front facade. It features a full-width, single story, porch with granite pillars.
When leaving the Dacusville Farm Days yesterday, I spotted this rusty old tricylcle. It brought back a lot of memories.
~ American Harvest ~
One of the things I love most about living in South Carolina is exploring the myriads of back-country roads.
The rolling hills and white picket fences stretch for miles, the warm summer breeze blowing in my hair, and the warmth of the sun on my face.
There's something magical about the American South, as if many parts are still living untouched by time.
As summer slowly but surely draws to an end, I wanted to share this photo I captured one evening while traveling one of these country roads.
The warm golden light of the setting sun was kissing this corn field so beautifully, and to top it all off, the moon was rising behind this old barn.
It was such a beautiful scene, and I am so glad I was able to capture it as a memory of this incredible evening.
Thank you to all who have fought throughout our history and into present day, to protect our land so that I, and all who embrace the wonder of America, can enjoy moments like this.
Until next time, take care and God Bless!
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My watch (pictured above) ceased telling time on Friday, May 23 of this year, but I feel uncomfortable and naked when it is not on my wrist and thus have not taken it off to be sent in for repair. Instead, I have turned its stalled hands to 11:49 and 11 seconds because it appears to be symmetric and is aesthetically pleasing. Furthermore, it is correct exactly twice every 24 hours. I’d rather take all the coffee in China than all the tea. Tea tastes like bathwater. In a recent visit to Wal-mart, I took notice to a very young and very overweight boy who was walking past with his 300lb family. At eye-level, he held a large plastic bag with a goldfish, and was quietly speaking to it and testing the weight of the water in his hands. I recalled doing the same when I was a kid with a goldfish I had won at a carnival, and I smiled at his excitement. I turned around when I heard the wet-sopping sound of the bag impacting the tile and witnessed the contents spreading out across the floor. The fish, like the boy, began to writhe. Instead of comforting the distraught, wailing boy, the parents scolded him (his father knuckle-thumped his head) cited his clumsiness, and yanked him along by his wrist. He looked over his shoulder with a crying, snotty, helpless face, and I did not sleep well that night. A collective group of cockroaches is known as an “intrusion”. When I moved into my apartment in August, I shared my living space (but not rent) with an intrusion. They have been exterminated three times. When I am waking up in the morning, I will often discover dead cockroaches. Dead ones. But logic tells me that what is now dead was once alive, and therefore I still have a clandestine intrusion. I suppose I have no qualms with mysteriously-appearing dead cockroaches, it’s the live ones I have a problem with. I picked up a brisket from the butcher for Saturday’s BBQ and saw that it weighed exactly 6.66 lbs. Feeling this number was indicative of bad luck, I calculated that it was equivalently 3.02kg and consequently navigated my day around misfortune. This past weekend, my most honorable pal, Diddy Kalinovich, and I poured salt on a slug. I stopped for gas along the Dacusville Highway near Pumpkintown in Pickens County, South Carolina and saw a man in the grass with a fishing pole who was leaning up against an old shotgun house next to the gas station. I asked "Goin' fishin', huh?" He said "Yep. Man, believitternot, I got over one-hundrit fishin' poles." I said "One-hundred, yeah?!? Whaddaya aim to do with that many fishin' poles? You gonna catch a hundred fish?" He goes "Man, at least. And I'll drink just as many beers." I wished him well, and he squinted into the sun and nodded. Regardless of political orientation, I urge my fellow Americans to vote on the 4th of November. I love America so hard. A colleague of mine, Mr. Jie Kou, is a Chinese man in my research group. For the first 12+ months I knew him, I, like everybody else, pronounced his name “G” until he informed me during a plane ride to Salt Lake City, Utah that the simple pronunciation “G”, in Chinese, means “chicken”, which also happens to be slang for “hooker”, and that his name is really pronounced (in sloppy English phonetics) “G-eh”. I no longer call him “chicken-hooker”. It is officially Fall now, and I am trying to slow my roll and feel the color of the Fall leaves with these color-blind eyes of mine.
In the name of the Father, Son, and Pinhole Camera - Amen. It’s either Sunday or Monday or Tuesday in Clemson-by-God, South Carolina.
The live reports (beatings) will continue until morale improves.
UPDATE - Today is March 5, 2009. It has been nearly 10 months since my watch quit working. This morning, I mailed it in to be repaired. I feel naked. If today the stars fall out of alignment and the Earth falls off its axis, I will not be surprised the least bit. God be with us all.
A display by the local chapter of the American Truck Historical Society. At Farm Days in Dacusville, South Carolina on September 1, 2012.
A display by the local chapter of the American Truck Historical Society. At Farm Days in Dacusville, South Carolina on September 1, 2012.
Shown during the 2024 Dacusville Farm Days, near Easley, South Carolina. The American Truck Historical Society local chapter participates in this show every year.
A display by the local chapter of the American Truck Historical Society. At Farm Days in Dacusville, South Carolina on September 1, 2012.
There's a thunderstorm brewing in the distance.
A display by the local chapter of the American Truck Historical Society. At Farm Days in Dacusville, South Carolina on September 1, 2012.