The symbols of old rural America are disappearing rapidly; new barns are made of aluminum, old ones collapsing, and the wood sold for fires. Once in a while, I come across an ancient farm wagon that used to travel from place to place selling produce.

A neighbor was good enough to save the wagon and keeps it in his back yard, a precious piece of America in the day’s way before supermarkets. Some farmers just put their wagons on the road, and people could put payment in a jar or bucket. This may have been one of those.

The old culture is gone chiefly now, Americans are not good at preserving historical treasures.