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Jones Place on the Osage Highlands
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These pictures, snap shots, are of the stone wall as it exists today, 2002.

Picture of the ranch wall

The overgrowth of the trash thorn trees is seen here. In cattle country they are a curse to the stock, tearing at their hide. They puncture the legs of the cowboys who have to ride their horse through them. If one has a thin soled shoe, the thorn can easily go right through the shoe and nail your foot, which is needless to say, very painful.

Rodney Flood is over six foot tall and this shows the height of Lee's stone wall. Rodney is standing on the south side of the wall and certainly one can see the difference in the north side and south side.

Picture of the ranch wall

Someone vandalized the wall to push it over. They had to work at it from the looks of the base of the wide wall.

The picture with the mist is interesting because it literally caught the moisture held there by the rocks, which is, of course, why the trees have grown up around it.

This was a beautiful place when I was a child. Mother would let us go out in early spring when the weather was beginning to warm up some, simply because we begged her to let us  outside. Long winters having been shut inside made us want the outdoors. We would take our toys, set beside the warmth of the stones in the sun, and in this way be able to stay outdoors.

This was the advantage the cattle also had as they grouped together close to the wall.

When my husband and I lived at the old place there was no longer anyone using it for ranching. I had a neighbor turn this ground and this is where my garden was located. The memories of gathering produce from the rich soil will always be  pleasant and happy for me. Working in the rich, black soil was also a joy. I've never lived anywhere else where the soil is so rich.

The little while we spent there filming these ruins made me remember the wonderful soil. To reach down, pull up a plant and have the black soil simply crumble in one's hand is so very pleasant. Too, there are the cycles of the rainfall. There is something in the locale to cause it to be named, "green country."  The rolling rain clouds always seem to drift right over the place, dumping their gold of moisture directly on it.

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