Sunday, October 22, 2017

The Youngsville Star

     I grew up in a small town. We had a creek running behind the house. Across the creek and at the end of another street was a furniture factory. It had a name I can't remember now, but it gained a new owner before I was born and a new name: The Youngsville Star.






     My grandpa worked there. It was a busy place when I growing up. There is a railroad track in front of the property and I think a siding used to be there too.There was also a railroad track behind the factory. The white house had furniture that came from the place. It went out of business. I never learned the reason why.

     In the late 1970's it was started again and brought back to life as Northland Wood Products. I got a job there. I loved it. My bosses were great. I loved working with wood.

     We made a little bit of furniture, fireplace mantels, shelving, rustic picture frames, paneling, turkey calls, etc. etc. Whatever we made there was hot stamped with the company logo. I have good memories of that place.

     My happiness there was short lived. It went out of business. The building was bought and sold a couple times I think. Time went on. The aging building began to come apart. A decision was made to condemn it and tear it down. I was saddened to learn of it's impending destruction.







      One day Lois and I went back to my old hometown for shopping and sightseeing. We stopped at the factory so I could get some final pictures. I got out of the car and took a few last photos. I wanted to cry. I used to walk the railroad track past that place. Took a swim  up and down creek that ran past it. I was sad,

     I am going to try to find products that came from there. Even things when it was Northland Wood Products. I can't believe I got so emotional over this. Time moves on . . . . . .

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  2. SuZi DJuly 31, 2018 at 8:56 PM
    I like the pictures but what you say is more important. Your emotional attachment to this old place is evident even before you admit to wanting to cry. I have places like that in my life too. Perhaps we all do. WW-Blog Swap, SuZignomeMoM

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