Leggett's Gold Mine

Ok, so Leggett's mine is not really a gold mine. It is actually a closed anthracite coal mine. This photo was taken today and ironically this morning, my husband and I coined our property the Leggett's gold mine. Why? Well, these beautiful images taken from the view of my front porch will soon be luxury homes within the next few years. Although we will miss the spectacle of sunsets, we are happy to appreciate them now as our home appreciates in value!

Comments

I think I need stitches

My friends and family can tell you, that it is without fail, I somehow manage to ruin holidays and vacations with trips to the ER. I would not call myself a "sick" person, rather just clumsy. I am reminded of these, less than joyful occasions, as I sit here, on my first day of summer vacation, with my foot propped up and bandaged. In no particular order, I guess I am apologizing for all of the co-pays, cold kielbasa, and warm lemonade my family endured. Christmas, 1999 Pneumonia got the best of me. Hospitalized for tearing abdominal muscles. Yes, the doctors were trying to kill me. Valentine's Day, 2006 Pneumonia returned. In bed with for a week, hacked for months. Truly romantic <3. Summer, 1994 I can skateboard, not! Torn ligaments in ankle. On crutches for 6 weeks. Summer, 1990 Handstand on scooter- do not try this at home. Chipped jaw bone and missing chin. 13 stitches, plastic surgery and a year's worth of ...

Married to England

Jonathan and I went to England for 2 weeks for his brother's wedding. Enjoy the scenery.

Dad's Anthracite

There are some things in my life that I appreciate now, more than when I had them. My dad's coal stove is one such thing : As a teenager, it used to bother me to go to my father's house in the country on the weekends (RD#3 Dalton, PA--just 1 mile from Lake Winola, 1.5 miles past the Baylor Ice Co., on the corner of Freeman Rd and Purdy Rd, right next door to the one-room-schoolhouse and cornfield). As much as I loved spending time with my sister and him, it seemed so far removed from everything. I never even told my friends that we had a coal stove. My father, son of Al Leggat from A. Leggat & Co. Heating and Cooling, to this day, knows more about green energy than Al Gore. When my father bought our house in Dalton, he installed a beautiful coal stove in the basement, which he ran every winter using Pennsylvania anthracite coal. Besides heating the house, the coal stove served many useful purposes. I loved it when my father would fill a metal pot with water, and p...

The Accurate Account

Search This Blog