Showing posts with label Brasher Iron Works New York. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brasher Iron Works New York. Show all posts

Friday, July 12, 2013

Ironton, New York

I am now officially a resident of the north country and won't be driving between Albany and the farm any more. One of my first acts as a new resident was to take a swing through the tiny settlement of Ironton on my way home from Massena:

Ironton is quite close to Brasher Iron Works, another settlement I recently toured, so both of them were likely once in the mining and smelting business. These days they are both quiet, rural communities with attractive, comfortable homes like this one:

Ironton is even smaller than Brasher Iron Works, but it certainly has great beauty:

With giant farm fields, extensive forests and big skies, this is fine country living:

With a big old tree on the front lawn, this home was almost hidden:

This smaller home sat more out in the open, soaking up the sunshine:

Another home which seemed to be hiding coyly behind the trees:

And this gingerbread type home could have come directly out of fairy tale:

A tire swing for the kids:

And a trailer tucked attractively in the woods:

Ironton was bordered on several sides by the Brasher State Forest and the homes there were carefully tended and looked happy:

There weren't a lot of homes in Ironton, but I enjoyed my driving tour and was once again impressed with the high quality of life available in the north country:

Friday, March 22, 2013

The Rural Settlement Of Brasher Iron Works - Part 2

I was taking a driving tour of the tiny settlement of Brasher Iron Works, once a mining and iron processing center for local bog iron. These days it's just a nice, rural community surrounded by state forest lands:

I passed by nice homes beneath big White Pines:

And old barns:

This house looked modern and comfortable:

The wooden seat on this front porch looked mighty inviting - but in the summertime, not in this weather:

I loved the ornate trim on this home - and there, once again, where the sinewy trees I suspected were Locusts:

A nice, compact home with a double garage:

An attached garage for avoiding the worst of winter's weather plus an old hand pump which, I suspected, might be functioning:

I passed by the Brasher Iron Works Cemetery:

And an old barn built of stone and rough cut lumber:

I was almost out of town when I passed this home:
 

I considered this bridge over the St. Regis River to be the end of Brasher Iron Works. I stopped on the bridge to watched the freight train passing by on an adjacent bridge and once again a few hundred feet later when I found the Railroad Crossing Warning barriers down and flashing:


Thursday, March 21, 2013

The Rural Settlement Of Brasher Iron Works - Part 1

I arrived at the farm midday on Sunday and had already taken a driving tour of Madrid and Sanfordville (see previous posts). I spent Sunday night in the comfortable farm house and then decided to leave the dogs at home and take the back roads into Massena to buy a few things. On the way I passed through the tiny settlement of Brasher Iron Works:

There was once a bog iron mining operation in this town and a blast furnace produced in one year (1836 - 1837) 250 tons of pig iron and castings. Today, it's just the site of a small settlement of farms and homes such as this one:

There were older homes:

And more modern homes, especially trailers and modular homes:

This home had it all - attached garage, metal roof, two porches,  a flag pole and a windmill whose blades were a giant sunflower:

There were very large homes:

And smaller homes:

And very old homes:

And lots of trailers. Many of the older trees had the sinewy branches you see here and I wondered if they might have been Locusts. Alas, I'll probably never know unless I go back in the summertime and remember to look:

This lovely old farm was one of my favorites, again with the sinewy trees:

Some of the front windows of this very tiny house were covered with plywood and I thought it was abandoned. But when I turned onto the side road, I saw a dog tied out behind the back door and a young woman came out to let him inside:

A well kept, green home and garage marked the midpoint of my driving tour. I'll post part 2 of Brasher Iron Works tomorrow: