Ah, people, remember how I have regaled you with my sadness that the fence and gate with the maple-leaf adornments that once surrounded the Manse’s yard – way back in my very early childhood here, in the middle of the last century – is no longer with us?
In one of my very earliest posts at Meanwhile, at the Manse, which is here, I showed you a painting by the famous Robert Bateman of just such a fence. And then in this instalment I showed you a gorgeous still-extant maple-leaf fence that Raymond and I spotted at a farm on one of the roads not too far from here. I admire and covet that fence every time I travel that road. Here’s one of the photos I took:
In this post I showed you a similar gate – sadly, minus the maple-leaf adornments – that my cousin Bruce has in his collection of sundry stuff and has very kindly offered to donate to the Manse. That same post also includes a photo of a gate with maple-leaf adornments that still exists at a house right around the corner from the Manse in Queensborough, a pretty frame place that is one of the oldest houses in the village.
And now I have another photo, of another such gate, that is also, to my great regret, not mine. This lovely maple-leaf gate is at the home of my friend Jean, up on Declair Road east of the village, and I like how it looked against the snow, worn fenceposts and all, on the very cold but sparklingly sunny day that I visited her and took the picture. Here’s another one:
Clearly the fact that these maple-leaf fences and gates are still to be found here and there indicate that at one time they were very popular indeed. Raymond and I once found an antiques place that had a handful of the metal maple leaves for sale (for a fairly hefty price), but none of the actual fencing, and no gates. We shall keep looking, though.
Does the Manse’s yard need a fence, or a gate? No, not particularly. But man oh man, if I could get my hands on a hundred feet or so of that maple-leaf fence, and a maple-leaf gate – maybe the one from Bruce with some maple leaves from the antiques place welded on? – you can bet there would be one.
Ah, except: I have just remembered a childhood experience of digging fencepost holes, and what hard work it was. Hmmm … do they have machines for that now?