Postcards From the Po’ Farm
First off, I need to refresh memories about where the name of the blog originated. My grandfather, who in the late 1930s bought the farm where we now life, called this 50-acre place the Po’ Farm, in reference to the “poor farms” that were prevalent in those Depression days. Fayette County’s poor farm, where people way down on their luck went to live, was out on McDonough Road.
My grandparents and my dad didn’t have to go to the poor farm, but my grandfather’s family did lose between 800 and 1,000 acres due to the boll weevil, the Depression and the financial ruin they brought. Pop’s nickname for this place shows that his sense of humor survived the hard times.
Happy Holidays
We're down to the last weekend of the season, and in many ways it's the most wonderful time of the season. The hustle and bustle of previous weekends has slowed down, giving us more time to visit with our friends doing last-minute tree shopping. But there is a little...
Postcards from the Po’ Farm
Considering our interest in old trucks, old tractors and old ways in general, you might assume that we’d be against trying new things. But the Internet, blogs and e-mails seem to be the best way to communicate in today’s world, so here we are. It’s kind of like when...