March 6, 2016
Along the rails they built them. Often the tallest structure for miles and miles.
Every year at the time of the harvest they became lively places where the local farmers came and brought their grain to be tested and weighed and stored. Amidst the bustle of farmers and their wagons and trucks, and the motors of the elevator, the fresh grain was upraised into the large bins according to type and quality, and there stored to eventually be chuted into railcars and taken to far away markets.
And they became a beacon of sorts marking the towns they stood at from distant vantages. Sentinels of the prairies they were called.
The old grain elevator can still be seen for miles. And the birds still come to build their nests high in the sturdy old structure.
Music: “Cindy Cindy,” played on a Martin Orchestra Model Cutaway Guitar. Garageband.