We loaded all of the materials and equipment that was in the Mill into a large tractor trailer and then started taking the Mill down.

We always start at the top and work our way down. It’s safer and more efficient that way.

At this point I’ve made countless calls trying to find a new home for this Mill and have placed ads in various publications… “Rare opportunity to adopt authentic early 1800’s Mill !”

Originally posted 2015-04-23 11:28:34.

I like this old black and white photo that I was given of the Mill. The three small Mennonite boys seen near the water wheel, with their white hats on, are just so precious.

In an ideal world this Mill would have gone on being useful on this site forever. But, that was not to be.

The owner of this Mill had spent years contacting historical organizations, universities, and national and state parks about assistance with this structure. All of them offered him their opinions on what he should do with his non-existent time and financial resources, but none offered any of theirs.

So the time had come for either the fire department to practice their form of removal, or for me to do mine.

Originally posted 2015-04-22 16:08:08.

Originally posted 2015-04-22 15:17:13.

Stepping inside I was overwhelmed with what I saw…

Originally posted 2015-04-22 14:08:27.

As you can see, “the chase” (where the water once flowed to power this Mill), had long ago filled in with soil and had partially buried the waterwheel. (We would later find that the bottom half of this wheel had rusted away).

Pre-Civil War barns and mills are rare in Virginia.

Originally posted 2015-04-22 13:56:23.

Towns and cities often grew up around Mills… which were the economic engines of many communities. These Mills turned the crops of an agricultural nation into products that could be bartered or sold. Stores, services, bars, and banks, popped up nearby to absorb the money that farmers made.

They were gorgeous to look upon and their workings were a wonder to behold. I imagine the front porch of this Mill was once the community’s main source of news and information as wheat was loaded onto wagons.

The Shenandoah Valley was once known as the breadbasket of this nation. It was a different time. I would have loved to have seen it.

This Mill started out it’s life grinding flour on millstones, but later was converted to a roller mill system that could better refine the floor.

For reasons unknown to me this Mill began experiencing dramatic flooding. The Mill was closed, the roller milling equipment was removed, and parts of the Mill began to decay.

Originally posted 2015-04-22 13:19:23.

The Mill… part 1

Let me share with you this week the story of this Mill… now known as the Shenandoah Mill, formerly known as Custers Mill, and then as the Muddy Creek Mill.

Without my involvement this Mill would have been lost. The firm decision had been made for it’s destruction. It was up to me to find some way to preserve her.

Put yourself in my shoes, you have two months to move this building. Your resources are what you have in your wallet. What are you going to do?

Originally posted 2015-04-21 14:31:53.

I made a mistake years ago when I placed a ‘Help Wanted” ad in the local newspaper.

At the time I didn’t give it much thought… I needed another person to fill a vacancy on my crew.

I had spoken with a friend earlier in the day who was also an area builder. He told me of the difficult time that he was having finding help in the improving economy and that a recent ad that he had placed resulted in no responses.

This was a problem that I had not considered and I grew concerned the more I thought about it.

I looked at the paper to see his offering and this is what I found… “Wanted: Carpenter’s helper, must have three years experience, have all necessary tools and a truck. All candidates must submit to regular drug testing. We offer health insurance, a 401 retirement package, and two weeks paid vacation per year. “

My ad was different…

“Apprenticeship opportunity… our firm specializes in the restoration and construction of antique log cabins, timber frames, barns, and stone homes.

We work in scenic locations often with mountain or river views.

We are looking for just the right person to join our team… perhaps you are the right one?

Experience and tools are a real plus, but what we are really seeking is someone with a lot of enthusiasm,… someone who sees this offering as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We’d also like someone who has experienced some higher learning classes such as history, or art, or literature… to keep the jobsite conversations entertaining and enlightening.

We are just a small company so we don’t offer a lot of perks that the bigger firms can. But, we can offer you tremendous team camaraderie, work that you will enjoy going to every day, and, if you stay with us for a year or two, you will have the knowledge and skills to build a home of your own, from the foundation to the finish work.”

I called the ad in to the local newspaper and the young lady there offered me a special price if I ran the ad for a full week.

I accepted.

Five hours later I was back on the phone begging for her to retract the ad. At that point I had received over a hundred phone calls from people seeking the one position that I had available.

I even had several people offer to work for free.

And believe it or not, I had one person offer to pay me to work for me. Imagine that.

I had people with doctorate degrees. People that had traveled the world. Craftsmen who had worked at Colonial Williamsburg.

I ended up hiring the guy who showed up singing a Bob Dylan song… you can’t go wrong hiring someone that likes Dylan. lol

Originally posted 2015-04-20 16:16:42.