The old Mill brings forth memories of past times of peace, times of joy, times when happiness was part of life. A simple life, a simple friendly time. The ecstasy of the moment. To be one with nature, to be close to the earth, Grain from the good earth, ground by the power of nature's water.

        It has been more than three decades since the Old Mill's pair of large round stone wheels were used to grinding grain. A testament to pioneer ingenuity to produce meal and flour. The old mill Eventually fell into disrepair as steam driven, fire belching soulless dragons took it's place.

        Oh!, for the excitement of yesteryear, eras lived by our ancestors. The mystique of days gone by, The sweet aroma of freshly ground grains. The gentle trickle of water as it flows toward the water wheel. The rumbling sounds of the stones whirling, grinding stone-ground corn meal and grains. Stepping into the past memories of baking hot corn bread, buns, Johnny Cakes and breads whose aroma fills the air and the soul. Oh!, for those joyful times.

        The old Mill, memories of peace, joy, happiness, simple life, friendly time, a taste delight.