Growing up, Nana & Papa kept a beautiful town house in 'town' (not saying which town), and would come to the Farm on the weekends. Dad and I made several weekend trips for fishing, and he would go up in the falls sometimes for the dove hunting. One of my favorite memories of when we came up during harvest one year and shucked more corn than I can ever imagine seeing in my life. We had a huge pile on the back patio. I honestly don't know what they did with it all when we were done... funny how that works. Papa also was what he liked to refer to himself as, a Gentleman Farmer. I guess if I had to define this it would be a business man whose primary source of income does not come from the land he owns/lives on.
|View from the back of the 'Back' pasture to the barn near the front|
|The old 'Truck' now too rusted to drive and full of mice holes.|
Last, but certainly not least is the family tree. This tree holds most, if not all the initials of my family for all those years. It's just so neat to be able to touch something where you know your ancestors have been!
|BF after we pushed the golf cart home...|
All Photos are courtesy of our good family friend Deb Jansen. You can find more of her work at: http://www.debjansenphotography.com/
(If you look closely you'll also find my Nana in some of her shots. Deb is SPECTACULAR!)