A grange, according to my weathered dictionary, is “one of the lodges of a national fraternal association originally made up of farmers” and “the association itself.”
Here in Boulder County, Colorado, there are several old grange buildings, dotted along the rural fields of hay and corn, threatened to be eaten up by the expanding neighborhoods and commercial strip malls. I have found them fascinating, for their long survival, for the beauty of the buildings, for the reminder of a different time. These buildings remain. The grange organizations remain. These are community centers, and while the communities have changed, the center is there.
A few months ago, I spent an afternoon driving around and taking pictures of these lovely buildings. I finally sorted through the pictures and wanted to share a few.
I am getting ready to move from this county after 11 years. Perhaps it is nostalgia for the time I have lived here, or anticipation of the upcoming changes in my own life, but looking through these pictures makes me think of the beautiful intersection of the past and future, the present. Things change, but the center and roots remain.