This little gem is an antique bell on the door of an old pioneer house. The house itself is located on the Oregon Trail, the route that many settlers travelled with covered wagons to the west during the late 19th century. I liked the ornate metal work of the bell and its age. I can't help but wonder about the lives of those who dwelled in or visited the home many years ago.
BWW - I have so enjoyed seeing all the black and white shots on the site today. Thank you to those who joined me for BWW!
Such a cool shot, Lisa. Isn't it amazing the detail they went through back then. Lovely b&w shot. (I will have to look at all the b&w shots--it is something I would love to do more often, but never know when to and when not to ; )
Beautiful subject for BWW, nicely presented. There is a partially restored ghost town near here, Chesterfield, that sits right on the Oregon Trail. The history there is just wonderful.
@rvwalker Sounds like an interesting place. I will look it up. Have you every been to Silver City in SW Idaho? I understand that is a restored ghost town, too. I am hoping to visit there sometime this summer.
@pflaume I've been there twice, Lisa. There is a small BLM campground on the edge of town. Many years ago Linda and I stayed in the old hotel before the room was restored. We threw sleeping bags on a dusty old bed. The wallpaper was hanging off the walls and the exterior walls were propped up to keep the building from collapsing. I hear it has been fixed up quite a bit since those days. Be sure to go in with a high clearance vehicle. The road is pretty rough. Here's a photo from the film days: http://www.hisandhersphoto.com/ghost/hhghostm_011.htm
I've only been on parts of the Appalachian Trail, but it must be a similar feeling to step on that path and think about all the people who traveled over it. Love the ornate stylization in contrast to the rough conditions one had to travel over to get to this place.
Oh my I have not seen one like this in a long time. When I was a little girl I remember playing with the same bell that looked like a key just like this one. It was on the door ofmy grandmother house. She came from Ireland and was a pioneer we called them (immigrants) of sorts they set up house 1890 in Toronto, Ontario. I got in trouble ringing the bell over and over and over again, as I was very mischievous so they would say. I guess I still am, as I don't like people telling me I can't do what I like. FAV
@cathrinemitch Catherine, I have been meaning to respond to your post. Thank you for sharing your memories about your grandmother's old key doorbell. What interesting history. Such a great story about ringing it to no end! Love your spunk!
May 18th, 2013
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Perfect for BWW.
Sorry didn't make BWW this week - will try harder next week! ; )