|This picture shows my Dad's farm in the early fall of approx 1952 during threshing time. His 1941 Cockshutt 60 Row Crop and 1950 Massey-Harris 44 Standard are clearly visible at the rear of the barn, as are two wagonloads of grain. The 44 was belted to the mill, a Massey-Harris/George White #6, and the 60 was on the hay fork rope. He built this barn himself in 1941 at the tender age of only 26. It was actually much longer than it appears in this photo, and stood over 40 feet high at the peak. Tragically, it burnt in 1978, woefully underinsured, and we never rebuilt. The best memories of my childhood mostly center on that wonderful barn. |
The old log house shown was well over 100 years old when it was sold and torn down in about 1975. Dad built a new house directly across the driveway from it in 1963 for his coming family. Countless numbers of times, I bounced one of those red, white, and blue rubber balls off of the driveway side of that old house, and took shelter in it in the winter to warm up while skating or sledding on cold days.
The only remaining structures are the two immediately after the house; the wellhouse, and the old blacksmith shop, where countless area horses were shoed prior to my Dad's taking posession of the farm.