Why “The Other Place?”<\/p>\n
Well…<\/p>\n
I grew up on a small dairy farm in Chateaugay, New York. \u00a0The house and barns were located on a long thin parcel that started at the intersection of Route 374 and the Mcormick Road. The other half of the farm consisted of another lot about a quarter of a mile away. \u00a0There were no buildings on that lot, just pastures, fields, and woods demarcated by barbed wire fence. \u00a0 \u00a0There was a cement bridge over the brook that ran through it. \u00a0My grandfather had \u00a0inscribed his name: \u00a0“P.J. Bradshaw” in the cement before it dried. \u00a0An old horse-drawn dump rake sat rusting at the edge of a small hay field that bordered on the brook. \u00a0My father called \u00a0that field \u00a0“The Glen”. \u00a0 Just across the brook, in the field on the left was an indentation that dad told me was the cellar hole of a long gone house. \u00a0 I trapped muskrat and mink in the brook, and attempted to hunt rabbits in the woodlot ( I never got one). \u00a0My dad tapped the trees there and made maple syrup.<\/p>\n
It was just a plot of land where we bailed hay and let the cows graze, but it was ours. \u00a0We walked through it aware that we were wading through history, aware that our grandparents and great grand parents had worked the fields, and that someone had made their home there once. \u00a0They were there right next to us, separated by a few inches and a few years.<\/p>\n
We called it “The Other Place”.<\/p>\n
So what does that have to do with this website? \u00a0Well, first it’s an inside reference that only my siblings and possibly a few cousins will understand. \u00a0Also, the domain name was available from GoDaddy. \u00a0But mostly its because this will be where I post the OTHER stuff that I don’t post on Facebook or Instagram: \u00a0Fragments of fiction I’m writing, opinions, musings, family history, \u00a0linux-geek commentary, genealogy, eastern philosophy, and old guy get-off-my-lawn commentary.<\/p>\n
I don’t expect a lot of traffic to this site, \u00a0but I welcome comments.<\/p>\n
Here we go…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Why “The Other Place?” Well… I grew up on a small dairy farm in Chateaugay, New York. \u00a0The house and barns were located on a long thin parcel that started at the intersection of Route 374 and the Mcormick Road. The other half of the farm consisted of another lot about a quarter of a … <\/p>\n