Honor System Bird House Sale


Just a short distance down the road from the schoolhouse, helicopter, and red flowering weed photo location, I passed this roadside establishment.  I almost didn’t stop after having just taken some time out of my already long drive for the previous photos, but stopped the car and turned around anyway.  The sign says:

“Note” Get what you want, put money or check in box…Wilson Meadows…Honor System, Thank You and God Bless you and yours

How refreshing it is to see something that honest and trusting in this day and time.

Not too long after getting out with my camera, this nice elderly gentleman came out to greet me.  He was more interested in talking than selling birdhouses.  I enjoyed a delightful visit with him.  He is 88 years old and a retired Baptist pastor.  Convincing him I knew Jesus made it a little easier to get away when I was ready to go.  I was born and reared in the middle of the Bible Belt, we’ve met.


Retired Reverend Wilson Meadows, proprietor


Rev. Meadows proudly showing me one of his popular models, a double birdhouse fashioned after ‘dogtrot’ type shacks of yesteryear.  I reckon this would be a ‘birdtrot’ model.


After picking out a couple of bluebird houses for my parents place, I said my goodbyes and he cranked up the Craftsman to haul it all in the barn for the night.  I don’t think I have ever regretted the extra time taken to stop the car, turn around and go get the picture.  I didn’t this time either.  Thank you and God bless you and yours, Rev. Meadows.

Halloween Honor System

You don’t see this kind of stuff in the city, on the interstate or inside the beltway. But just a short 2 to 3 hour drive west of the beltway on I68 is Friendsville, Maryland. Take Hwy 42 south up the mountain towards Deep
Creek Lake and you come to this fine establishment at 1593 Friendsville Rd on
the corner of Klotz Rd. The honor system is alive and well in this little corner of our country. Pick out your pumpkin, check the price on the bottom and deposit your dollars through the slot in the heavy orange mailbox. Just to help keep everyone’s honor intact, the mailbox is bolted down and padlocked shut.

She is saying, “I love you, Daddy.”

“No, Daddy, I got it, really.”

These photos are from either ’03 or ’04 when I lived in Morgantown, WV. Yeah, you can get a pumpkin, a stalk of dried corn or a bale of hay just about anywhere, but I used to take my daughter there every year after we discovered it on a fall color expedition. A quick check of Google maps street view shows it is still there. I hope they still have the big orange mailbox with the slot in the top.

Edit in:  these photos were shot with my first digital camera, a 3mp Canon S30.