Saturday, July 25, 2015
There's a shed on the hill at the farm where I was raised. It currently lives in an abbreviated state of its former self; having been partially dismantled in 1972. The trees have grown up about it, blackberries encroach on what was once a well kept space, until time marched on and the shed was forgotten, until now.
In going through items with my mother, we came across the Abstract of Title to the property from the 1870s, prior to Washington becoming a State. The family folklore always held this shed to be a former bunkhouse to either Chinese or Japanese laborers in the 1800s, and now, the Abstract of Title shows the names of Japanese being awarded a lien for what appears to be back wages in the early 1900s. The shed has been a relic most of my life, and now is falling in on itself. The time has come to take the shed down, and see if any material culture, remnants of the past 100+ years, will fill in any of the blank spaces between today's reality, and yesterday's whispers.