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and sharpen the ridges on it for grinding".
Every year the mill, and the people around it went through much the same ritual: "The people on the farm, went to the mill and bought their stuff, they would charge it, and then on Saturday night when the men got paid, they paid for it. People sent their orders in, for flour, meal, chicken and hog feed, and the mill delivered it, on account. Once a week they would go to Hagerstown Md. and bring a load of feed in as well.
People would bring corn and have it ground, and take meal (in exchange) for the corn they brought. There was a big chute out on the porch, you would just back your'truck right up to that chute, pour corn down the chute, and go on in there and grind it up."
Now I have had homemade bread, mind you- but it is a rare and special thing these days. Like most people, I grew up on factory made white bread. Yet it was not always so here. That’s what the mill was all about: "We made bread all the time. There was very little bread bought. I was a good sized child before we ever had any bread from the store... I cook just like my mother always cooked, the old timey way. The stuff that people hardly ewer cook today. We were raised on hog meat and cabbage and beans and stuff like that you know. Today a lot of people don't know how to fix it."
Mrs. Corbin shared a few tips on proper corn bread, but I'm afraid those are my secret now.
So, what was it like growing up around Fletcher's Mill? "We had some good days on the farm. My daddy really enjoyed it. There were mules and horses. We had cows to milk, hogs and chicken. It was a good way to spend a childhood" concluded Mrs. Corbin.
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