Saturday, October 3, 2009

The Silo



Once upon a time in a land far away,
Lived a beautiful old barn on the Chesapeake Bay.

This barn was majestic; it sat on a throne
Perched on Waverly Lane--Queens Creek was its home.

The silo behind it stood tall and stood proud,
With height so impressive, it spoke to the clouds.

Though no longer used to store treasures from farming
The silo still managed to look very charming.

One day when a girl went to visit the barn,
She stopped dead in her tracks-the silo was gone!

While struggling to understand what could have happened,
Her mother explained that she was worried a piece of the old silo would fall and hit her on the head while she was tending to her garden (which isn't even beneath the silo). Since workers were already on the property with excavators, bulldozers and armored tanks to put the riprap around the shoreline, her parents instructed them to tear down the majestic silo.

Chesapeake Bay Woman felt like she'd been kicked in the gut. She loved that silo.

The End

p.s. Foster Faulkner Funeral Home is handling the arrangements. Expressions of sympathy may be made by running out right now to photograph something you adore, because you never know when parents will have bulldozers and excavators at their beck and call. Services will be private.

p.s.s.t. If you click on the photo, you can see the details of the silo even better. Australian Annie is excused from this exercise if it takes more than two seconds for the photo to load.

Have a great Saturday. Remember the silos.

13 comments:

Annie said...

Oh, what a shame..parents do tend to get a bit worried at times(I know I do).

You will be pleased to know that the photo enlarged itself for me in two seconds flat today..whew. It just made it!

You have reminded me (here she goes with her reminiscences again), that my husband tore down a chimney in a house we were living in and renovating at the time. What a shame. I loved that old grotty chimney! I will have to dig out a photo of him doing it. Trouble is I would then have to scan and store it...I ma getting very lazy in this digital age, aren't I?

Vale .. old beloved silos and chimney stacks...you were once lovely and will live on in our memories...and our blogs. And in our old photo albums.

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

Great picture.
We have some silos here.
I do like the older ones.
But getting old stinks.

ps- sorry my poem was not as good as yours! Have a great Saturday.

Living on the Spit said...

I do send my condolences on the passing of such a grand and statuesqe (sp?) spier.

Speaking of rip rap...I asked Phil how work was yesterday and he announced that he installed a graded rip rap into a new lake/fake big pond in West Gate, a new upscale housing development in Va Beach...I had to laugh because I have gone numerous years without hearing that word and then poof...it's randomly touted a few times in the past few days.

Mental P Mama said...

I love silos. We need to start a movement to save them. SOS

Daryl said...

What do you mean its gone? I loved that silo, I have awesome photos of that silo and was planning MORE awesome photos ... I am so sad .. my heart is broken

TSannie said...

Awwwww....I loved that silo! Your skyline will never be the same. (BOO HOO!!) Glad you have such a great photo of it. And even though to look upon that barn and not see the silo will be unbearably painful, I will persevere and be at VA blog fest next summer. Goodbye, I must take to my bed I'm so depressed...

Grandma J said...

OK, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and defend the girl's mother.

She was right. A piece of that silo could have easily fallen on her as she tended to her garden.

That is her garden on the barn roof, right? Case closed!

judi said...

that just plain sucks, did ya get a piece? Did ya tell ma you shall use the stones for her carin?

Margaret Cloud said...

I enjoyed your poem, I love old barns, too bad the silo had to go, because sometimes they are the nicest part of the barn. Hope you are having a nice weekend.

Pueblo girl said...

Two thoughts:
1) My own mother is becoming totally neurotic with worry as she ages - but it doesn't sound as if this is really the case with yours (yet).
2) One of my regular clients writes scientific papers about silos (who knew?) and so I am a bit of an expert on them. They are dangerous things.

Hilary said...

Ouch.. that's gotta hurt.

foolery said...

So sorry. I've had a few of those moments over the years, although I have to admit that around our world it works the opposite way. Stuff falls down and stays there.

Put the silo bricks in to your yard -- edging a walkway, stepping stones, a low retaining wall, whatever. The CBChildren could make it their pet project. Just make sure you keep at least a few!

Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food said...

Same thing happened to me when I was a kid. There was a silo still standing next to the "old barn bank" where the barn used to be... but the folks had it taken down. Your photo and story reminded me of something I had - finally - buried in my subconscious.

Ima need some pharmaceutical assistance to get through this.