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.
Fetching Fraser Firs
On Thursday, in spite of an unfavorable forecast for the weekend, we decided to take a gamble on the weather and restock our Fraser Fir display with a fresh load from the mountains of North Carolina. Unlike back in the day when we drove up to the mountains...
Reminiscing About Cold Starts On Cold Mornings
The mornings during Thanksgiving weekend saw some sub-freezing temperatures which made starting our hayride tractors a little harder. (Pictured: Daniel Perkins (left) and Josh Choitz (right) seated in one of the three wagons making rounds at the tree farm) Daniel...
Cold Snap Brings Back Fond Memories
It would be fun to say my “Postcards from the Po’ Farm” blog is back due to popular demand. The truth is I just decided to start back writing it. As the cool weather has returned the past few days, my mind wanders back to the time when we grew turnip...
Prepping for the Christmas tree season is a little different these days
by: Rick Minter It would be fun to say my “Postcards from the Po’ Farm” blog is back due to popular demand. The truth is I just decided to start back writing it. A beautiful full moon was rising Wednesday night as Joanne and I called it a day after...
Procrastination – 0: Tractor Angels – 1
It’s not often a project gets completed after any time off. I am a procrastinator to the nth degree and have always had a hard time finishing what I’ve started. I remember a project in high school art class where we were working with charcoal and I had to show the...