Old Ones

If you don’t think the Old Ones are still out there, look around you in the woods.Old One Watching

No, we did not alter this aging stump, or the picture of it. The old giant lived in our woods long ago. When the lumbermen came to fell it, they cut notches in the tree to support their springboards. Stumps with springboard slots cut into the sides are still common in the woods, though these days loggers start their cut much closer to the ground.

This photo of loggers using springboards comes from the website of the Canyon Life Museum, located in Mill City, Oregon. The museum is maintained by the North Santiam Historical Society: http://www.linncountyroots.com/canyon_life_museum.htm

Loggers using springboards
But note that their springboards are level with the ground. How could you stand on them to work the tree if they were not?

I’m not prepared to say too much regarding this old soul in our woods… Maybe some logger cut slanty springboard notches. But how long, I wonder, does it take a tree to die when it’s cut? Is it possible for this to happen after it’s cut?

When I come on a monument such as this, I imagine memories older than mine.

Have you known that feeling of eyes upon you when you’re quiet in the woods?

Recall, then, the Old Ones who used to live here.

They might live here still.

Published in: Uncategorized on September 11, 2007 at 8:39 am  Comments (4)  

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  1. Of course they do! I’m a believer in things beyond our ken…

    Tomorrow, vet checks. Thursday early, off to Tunbridge WORLD’s Fair. Wishing for a few days in a row home with nothing to do but can tomatoes, fall-clean, and read.

  2. You have been one busy lady! There are times when everything comes at once. Remember to breathe!


  3. we had to cut down quite a few maples that were deliberately planted right next to the house. They were cut down while they were dormant and I dragged them to the burn pile. In the spring they all budded out. It was
    creepy, that they were not yet dead and did not seem to know at that time they were dying. When it got warmer, the leaves began to shrivel. Over Memorial Day weekend, when we burned, those trees each gave a loud pop in the fire. I thought that that was when they really died.

  4. Oh! Tears in my eyes!


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