history
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An Ole Forgotten Tale
Weaving a tapestry of green, ivy lovingly clings to her timeworn walls, embracing a long forgotten tale… Continue reading
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Ghosts of Appalachia
Old Glory still remains at her post among the swirling ghosts of Appalachia… Continue reading
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Ghosts of Ohio’s Erie Canal
Whispers linger on weathered stones, where specters spin tales of yesteryear’s canal boats. Old towpaths, now cradled in nature’s tender grasp, echo with the ghostly cadence of invisible horse teams. Their legacy drifts through the air, a soft rustle among… Continue reading
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Companions at Dusk
Sun-kissed wood, time-worn planks sag beneath the weight of memories—a solitary tree stands as its sole companion. Their story etched into the very fabric of time, known only to the whispering wind and sung by the rustling leaves… Continue reading
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Old Guardian of the Meadow
Tall grass whispering secrets in the passing breeze, a lone companion for her silent-weathered walls—a tapestry of time, holding tales of yesteryear… Continue reading
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Remember…
Remember the Marine falling on a grenade to save a friend… Remember the bomber pilot, desperately fighting for control of his burning aircraft, ensuring his crewmembers bailed out—yet remained in the cockpit a moment too long… Remember the nurse diligently… Continue reading
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A Railroad’s Tale
Weathered beams, rusted rails, whispering tales of yesteryear—a timeless monument to the age of rail… Continue reading
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Days of Yore
The fabric of centuries thin, spirits revealing their presence in twilight’s closing spark—illuminating a bygone era—stories long forgotten… Continue reading
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Ballad of a Gooney Bird
Gazing skyward, her tail-wheel configuration appears as if she’s ready to fly—embracing the celestial world above, loving the heavens like her airmen within. Pulling chocks from her wheels, line personnel scramble beneath her soft beautiful lines. Aerodynamic curves, waiting to… Continue reading
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Winter’s Song
Winter’s icy breeze serenades a slumbering barren landscape; a lonely tune heard only by empty fields and barns… Continue reading
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Old Mill’s Tale
Looming over the endless chorus of the Muskingum River — derived from the Shawnee word Mshkikwam, meaning swampy ground — the Stockport Mill still stands watch over this once important water route into the interior of Ohio. The original mill… Continue reading
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Heaven’s Lighthouse
While her structure remains abandoned, a centuries-old symbol reaches skyward towards heaven — a beacon to all, recounting sacrificial love… Continue reading
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