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Writer of sorts with a soft spot for Photo. Writes about life and what comes into my mind.
Birthday

Birthday

Photo by Ulle Haddock©
 How fragile You were held the first time.
 How fragile You tried to fit in at school.
 How fragile You tried to find meaning in life.
 How fragile You tried to understand the world.
 So loved You touched so many hearts, not knowing why.
 So loved You now found peace. 

It is my sons birthday today. He should turn 21 years old, but he is no longer in this world. I was not sure if I should post anything today but I share this poem I wrote for his obituary notice. The poem is called Fragile and was originally posted August 27, 2020.

The Windmill

The Windmill

The wind started to pick up. He looked at the clouds. The sun was breaking through as the clouds sailed past in the sky. Yes, this was going to be a busy day. As he walked up the hill he could see them coming. The carriages with grain filled jute sacks. Some had horses but mostly oxen. Even some carrying a sack on their back. As he approached the windmill there was already a line waiting.

He put in a big portion of snuff* under his lip making him showing his brown colored front teeth. He started to give orders to the farmers waiting in line to set the smock in place. On this windmill the entire top was turned to get the wings in the perfect position to catch the wind. Once in place he anchored it down and let the sail cloth out on the wings.

Now the wind picked up even more so he let the first farmer carry the sacks in to the mill. The mill had two parallel mill wheels so he could grind two types at the same time or just make it faster. After oiling all the shafts he released the breaks and the wings slowly started to turn. Today was good wind so they had to work hard to fill the grinders with grain and replace the filled sacks with ready made flour.

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The windmill of Ulseröd is just a few kilometres from my home. It was built in 1900 and was in operation until 1939. During this period new technology made it possible for the farmers to do their own milling. This together with the urbanization made the windmills obsolete.

The windmill of Ulseröd was saved from decay by Tanum Local Folklore Society and Havstenssund Community Association. A major renovation took place in 2013 to 2016. Basically a bunch 70 and 80 year old men were climbing the the wings to replace the wood, windows and paint. Find out more here (in Swedish). In my opinion, heroes saving this piece of history for the future. Well done.

*I think I need to explain as I understand the word can mean something else in English also. I refer to the special Swedish use of fine grind and wet tobacco that some put under the lip. Like chewing tobacco but it just sits there.

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The handle

The handle

Grab the handle
Open, take charge
Enter the unknown
Leave open
Creaking hinges
Forged with fire
Handle on the future

Pictures from a windmill close to my home. Stay tuned for more pictures and the story. Hope you like, subscribe and comment on my amateur poetry and pictures. Ha de Gött!

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