We spent a lot of time in that beautiful barn.
And if you were paying attention during that riveting pig video in the previous post, you noticed some rather strange background noise…
Not what you expect to hear while trying to tiptoe through the cow pies, but it was fascinating all the same.
“An installation that offers visitors an immersive musical experience featuring some of the Shakers’ oldest melodies or, as they called them, ‘solemn songs’. (Solemn songs are textless melodies – without harmony or counterpoint – used in early Shaker worship from the late 18th and early 19th centuries.)”
“An integral part of the rural landscape, the two wooden silos, erected in 1908, stored feed corn for livestock. While many wooden silos across America have succumbed to disrepair or suburban sprawl (they haven’t been built since 1942, when fiberglass silos were introduced), the two at Hancock Shaker Village stand tall as ‘silent sentinels,’ beautiful icons of the culture of rural preservation and farming in America.”
Moving on, we headed outside.
Where the husband found an old implement he had to play with….
And I found my people next to the manure spreader.
Some were sunbathing…
Others were hanging out with turkeys. (No, I’m not talking about the husband.)
And we’re walking…
Clearly I missed my calling, and could have been a poultry manager in an earlier life.
The next barn wasn’t nearly as impressive….
But the husband still managed to ignore the do not touch signs and get into trouble.
There was an old car…
An an old sign.
An old building…
Which housed the old store…
As well as an old living room…
With an old television.
I can’t imagine watching Game Of Thrones on that. Heck, the dragons would only be an inch and a half tall.
Where’s the fun in that?
Entering another workshop building we found….
A giant cider press.
The weaving room.
The broom room.
And the basket room.
If they used it, they made it.
A society of Friends, remember? No sex. They had plenty of time on their hands.
And as we were leaving?
We met an employee who’s sole job was to care for chickens.
Sit on a bench, in the sun, and pet a chicken all day.
I am totally qualified for that position.
Sign me up!
Chicken duly met and petted, we left Hancock Shaker village with a finer appreciation of the simple things in life.
Community…
Hard work…
Fresh air….
Chickens!
But not celibacy.
I don’t need that much simplicity….
Ha! Those damn Shakers get more and more intriguing with each post.
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Then my work here is done….
Remember, they’re actively seeking members!
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Where do I sign up? 😂
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Sabbathday Lake, Maine.
https://www.maineshakers.com/
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😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
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No photo of YOU petting and caring lovingly for that chicken?
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She wouldn’t relinquish control…. and apparently took her job very seriously.
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I’m sure you would poke someone with a long sharp stick if you had her job and someone tried to take your chicken.
by the way…..do you eat chicken soup?
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Indeed, I would.
As for chickens, much as I love them alive… I love them just as much fried, broiled or fricasseed.
😮
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me too!!
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I thought it kind of quakers who liked to dance – shakers. That’s kind of true as they went nutso in their religious services. One of the earliest churches were women took the lead.. Now there is only two left they are open for leadership positions. We just need to find someone who can ‘shake’ loves chickens can learn how to work a cider press..
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Well, I didn’t want to say anything… but we have a working cider press in our barn.
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lol
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Thanks for the tour. Fabulous photos!
Here is how a tour like that would end for my wife and I.
HE: We have to come back here.
SHE: Maybe we wouldn’t need to if you had spent your time looking at more than just one thing.
He: Yeah, but I didn’t finish.
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Ha! Luckily it’s one of the few things my husband and I agree on. We both needed more time here!
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Okay, a person can faint from hunger–time for a food break–and not chicken!!
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I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we went out to dinner with friends that night and I didn’t take a single pic.
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I’m with you 100%.
It’s such a gorgeous, interesting place — and you had beautiful weather, too! What a great day!
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It was… sunny and almost warm. Perfect.
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Glad you got your money’s worth at this stop!
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We do tend to suck all we can out of the spots we visit!
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So is it wrong of me to want to take my husband out there in this beautiful place, find a nice secluded spot and DO IT! Because that’s just the kind of rebel we are! Ha! Mona
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Ha! I think this place is screaming do it. Why let the pigs have all the fun?
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So free range poultry was a literal thing at one time. I’m betting that today’s free range chickens don’t get to roam quite as free as their ancestors did. Love that old TV. Quaint.
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The chickens were everywhere, wandering in and out at will. It was perfect!
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