Reynoldston, in spite of its nicer homes and surprising traffic, had a sort of haunted feel to it. There were a considerable number of abandoned buildings, such as this old trailer. Also, just about the time I arrived, the temperature dropped precipitously, the winds began gusting fiercely and big snow flakes started to fall:
I continued driving around, taking pictures. This pleasant home could have been found in any of the rural suburbs:
Another old photo, taken from this website, of a Sunday gathering at the Reynolds' home. A priest rode out once a month to hold mass:
There were sturdy frame houses:
And nice, woodsy homes surrounded by trees:
But there were also abandoned homes like this one:
This old photo (undated) shows Mrs. Freda Wilcox (on the left), the Mill's bookkeeper:
And the main attraction, the Reynolds Sawmill itself, in the 1870s:
I was surprised to find a nice park in Reynoldston:
I always wonder where the people who live so far out in the forest work for a living, but I suppose they could easily commute to Malone. But there was still more to Reynoldston, and I'll post Chapter 3 tomorrow:
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