re: #416 Racer X

OK, I’m going to bore everybody, but anyway…We toured an old fashioned mill when I was in 4th grade. It was like a history reenactment setting with rough hewn log wall living quarters as part of the mill. When I smelled the wood and looked at the little bed and cradle, I just knew, that’s my bed, that’s my cradle. When we saw the big cogs of the mill, I thought, don’t let straw get caught in the cogs, the cats will chase it and get smooshed.
I bought some freshly ground corn meal and it smelled like my most favorite thing on earth. It got moldy in the fridge before my mom used it for anything and i sobbed, I was so upset. I was in a funk, a type of depression for a couple of weeks from the emotional impact if a field trip to a mill!?
When my grandma visited, I told her about how I felt because no one else was understanding. She said our ancestors in - County owned a mill.