Mink Hollow Covered Bridge in Arney Run Park, Early Autumn

Covered Bridge, Arney Run Park

That may be my longest post title yet, but that’s barely half the name of of this pretty covered bridge—”The Mink Hollow Covered Bridge in Oil Mill Hollow Over Arney Run Near Borcher’s Mill”! That means this bridge has the longest name of any covered bridge in the nation, something I was unaware of when photographing the structure.

Covered Bridge, Arney Run Park

Built by Jacob Brandt in 1887, the bridge is 51 feet long and stands on its original sandstone abutments. Part of one of Fairfield County’s historic parks, crosses Arney Mill Run in Lancaster; the “Oil Mink Hollow” part comes from the days when a flaxseed-pressing mill stood nearby.

Covered Bridge, Arney Run Park: Bent Nail

The Mink Hollow Covered Bridge et cetera, et cetera, et cetera boasts of not just a long name, but also an unusual structure—if I understand correctly, its central X-brace, combined with multiple Kingpost through truss, are unique to the Buckeye State. This is one of eighteen (or sixteen; there seems to be disagreement) covered bridges in Fairfield County—eighteen remaining of the county’s original two hundred and twenty! Indeed, Fairfield County can still boast of having more covered bridges than any other county in Ohio.

There are reports that the bridge is illuminated at night—I may have to go back for that after a really good snow despite the cold. Wouldn’t those make lovely photos?

Covered Bridge, Arney Run Park

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Monday Escape: Dreamscape

Books and Neon?

 

Lots of books.

A neon sign (in turquoise, no less).

An old building.

Is this the fantasy of quite a few of us or what?

And one wonderful bit of news this Monday: My friend April’s cat is home! A kind couple nearly a mile away spotted him in their yard and returned Silver to his home. Thanks for your prayers…and have a fine Monday.

Riverview Florist, Alone

Riverview Florist. Photo copyright Jen Baker/Liberty Images.

Riverview Florist door. Copyright Jen Baker/Liberty Images.

In a now-quiet Ohio Valley steel town—right around the corner from the famously abandoned car dealership—stands a building so grand for its purpose, it’s difficult to believe it was simply a greenhouse and florist. The English Tudor-style building is so very handsome it seems to have been plucked from one of Britain’s verdant fields and plunked in the centre of fields of concrete instead; that it is flanked by massive, overgrown greenhouses made it an even more outstanding sight.

Riverview Florist. Photo copyright Jen Baker/Liberty Images.

Riverview Florist. Copyright Jen Baker/Liberty Images.

This is not the original Riverview florist and greenhouse headquarters (nor the last); that caught fire in 1935. The Tudor edifice in my photographs was designed by East Liverpool architect Robert Beatty, with the admonition he include pieces of the old greenhouse building—specifically, charred beams rescued from the ashes of the original. These Beatty integrated into the French doors leading to the greenhouses. Presumably, there they remain, future success built, as it nearly always is, on the success of the past.

Riverview Florist. Copyright Jen Baker/Liberty Images.

Riverview Florist. Copyright Jen Baker/Liberty Images.

You’re probably thinking this enterprise must have been at least a little successful for such an impressive structure to serve a florist & greenhouse during the Great Depression, and you’re right. It’s such a marvellous story, too!

Riverview Florist. Copyright Jen Baker/Liberty Images.

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Monday Escape: America in Autumn

America in Autumn

Timing is everything, as we all know. Zipping down one of Ohio’s many country roads, I spotted this “Frank” doing its work in the fields. There wasn’t even time to hop out of the car—but I’m still very happy with this shot! A fine stroke of luck. All the shot is missing is a kindly-looking middle-aged farmer, proudly surveying the activity on his farm (he’s probably the fellow driving the harvester).America in Autumn

Also, random internet user tip….Have you been glaring angrily at your computer due to its not performing correctly? As in, you’re unable to post to Flickr, your blog, or even see letters on webpages?

Reinstall the browser. You’ll save yourself two full days of frustration and re-booting your computer thinking it is the one responsible for your problems.

*blush*

Have a beautiful Monday, all!

Monday Escape: Handsome Ohio Valley Sewing Shop

Centenary House

One of many little independent places along America’s back roads, nothing could be learned about Centenary House Sewing Center online; moreover, as every seamstress knows, entering such places can be terribly dangerous to one’s budget, so I avoided walking in. Budgetary concerns never stop me from capturing a handsome building when there’s room to pull over, though, and despite being on the far end of the road’s mountain-enforced curve, I could not resist this sewing shop! There’s a close-up of the sewing machine-topped sign after the cut. Continue reading

Visit To A Cider Mill

Visit To The Cider Mill: Bittersweet

Just photos today, since my husband is going to be home tonight after being in Philly all week on business. I’ve missed him and will be so glad to see him home—and just to make it more fun, I’ve made little party hats for Ben and I to wear, and little paper bows for the cats, and a sign for the front door. If you don’t hear from me Monday, that only means the animals tried to kill me in my sleep. If you’ve seen our years of Halloween photos, you know it’s something I’ll bounce back from.

Anyhow, during a Sunday drive we happened by a little bitty cider mill, and decided to stop in for our first half-gallon of autumn’s finest nectar. I did not want to be pesty or obtrusive taking photos, so just grabbed a few snaps while we picked up our cider and a few other farm goods in the mill—but I thought you’d enjoy them anyhow.

Visit To The Cider Mill: Osage Orange

 

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Monday Escape: Red Brick Tavern in Lafayette

Red Brick and Windows

Reported to be Ohio’s second-oldest stagecoach stop (oh, just the thought of stagecoaches is exciting, isn’t it?), The Red Brick Tavern of Lafayette, Ohio has stood on National Road in one form or another since 1836. Being on a bit of a mission, I was unable to stop for more detailed photographs, but will no doubt happen by the Tavern again at some point.

There’s a paucity of information about the Tavern online, but I did find a few tidbits, among them the facts that the red brick for which the tavern is named was made of clay taken from a nearby field, and the wood trim and floors inside are nearly all from Zanesville, Ohio. Unfortunately, the timing was not quite right; railroads were beginning to gain traction with travellers, and the Red Brick Tavern closed to the public in 1859, becoming a private residence. Happily, the advent of automobiles created more demand for such accommodations, and the Tavern reopened in 1924.

Red Brick Tavern, U.S. Route 40, Lafayette, Madison County, OH HABS OHIO,49-LAFA,1-1
Based on the cars, I’d say this photo dates to the mid-1930s. Photograph by the Historic American Buildings Survey. Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, OHIO,49-LAFA,1-1, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

As you probably expect, the main floor consists of the dining room, bar, and kitchen (the bar has been gone since 1929, and you surely know why); the twelve rooms used by guests were upstairs. Travel was not exactly glamourous in the early days, however exciting—travellers often shared their bed with strangers in such establishments through the late 1800s, because that’s how it was done, especially in what was then the semi-frontier of Ohio. However, I doubt any of the six presidents who visited the Red Brick Tavern—John Quincey Adams, John Tyler, Warren G. Harding, Martin Van Buren, William Henry Harrison, and Zachary Taylor—had to share their room. Each president who visited the Tavern has had a steak dinner named for him, though I don’t know if there’s a Tippecanoe Banana Split with which to follow up your William Henry Harrison or John Tyler steak. Continue reading