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my dad's family had a battered, thin, farm north of Gainesville, Florida. They had been there from before the turn of the century. We visited every few months from the 1940s and there were still many of the piney woods existing and the chevron-shaped gashes were very evident. Years later, I visited my Dad in the 1980s and we went out on a canoe trail in the Green Swamp. In the quiet of the day, as we paddled and paused now and then, he told me stories of when he was a kid, probably early 1920's. it was a beautiful account of the work in the piney woods - and other parts of the very rural life of the times. I tell about it in my own story of that time - Story of a Story Teller. if you want to look it up, just go to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvofrQXGtGE I think it is a real complement to Walter's excellent description of the sprit of turpentine.

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It is indeed a fine complement to my essay.

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I always enjoy your writing - I'm so glad you've chosen to share your Found Objects with the rest of us! And the illuminated wood lamps are gorgeous!

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Thanks, Heather, I think your fine essays complement mine quite nicely.

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When I returned to Tallahassee as a student at FSU in the late 50s, it was often necessary to drive to Jacksonville. East of Tallahassee there were some of these pine forests connected to turpentine capture.

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