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Lemuel, Glover, and a Plan

28 Sep

Lemuel is still up north where he can’t get stuck; he’s also doing quite well after being wormed and getting some copper.

Lemuel Goodberry

Glover has always been good, and looking at how bulky he is, it’s easy to see why I didn’t think I was ever going to get him out of Joani.

Glover Osboer right before he left the farm.

I don’t think I’ve ever shared where these two names come from.  They are family names.  In fact, I just had a cousin give me some old family photos, and it included this one of my second great-grandparents.  His dad was Lemuel, and his dad was Glover.  That Glover was named after his step-father.  Seriously.

Glover Perin (1839 – 1914) and Jane Barbee Perin (1838 – 1922)

Anyhow, with the boys having family names and receiving these pictures, and driving past the farm where my grandpa grew up with the detour to the sale barn,

and a blogging friend who stopped in to visit moving to a town where my mother’s family came from, mom and I really became nostalgic for the good old days of taking genealogy trips.

John and Patty (Books, Cooks, and Looks) with Myson

That means, we are planning a road trip for next summer.  I have to rethink my kidding and milking plans to accommodate the trip and con people into helping take care of the animals, but I really hope we can make it happen.  I’ve been back to doing research on the Internet, and I found a cemetery that I’m related to most of the residents going back to 1658.  I’m excited!

Friday’s Leftovers

17 Sep

Once again, you are getting my leftovers from when I was out taking pictures of all the crazy things going on this past week.

Victoria and Sidney

Reva

Bambi

Cinnamon

Haley by the barn; Maybeline in the doorway

Dolly

I picked a pie pumpkin that I didn’t think would make it till October, and I forgot it in my truck.  When I finally got around to getting it out to feed to a goat, it was still good.

Haley

I was amazed, and Haley enjoyed it.

We hit the time of year when the blackbirds hold their fall convention on my farm.

All those black spots on the ground and in the trees are birds.

Seriously.  They were loud and everywhere.

Easier to see in the bean field.

There may have been some shenanigans while we were pressing apples last weekend.

My son, my nephew and the Little Farm Hand

Did you know that if you cut an apple in half across the core it has a star?

Every single time!

The Detour

14 Sep

I said I’d share the detour I am taking to the sale barn back when things were rather boring.  It’s been crazy busy, but it’s such a pretty drive, I still want to share it with you.  My normal route actually is a longer trip, but it’s all paved.

The detour is pretty direct, but it’s all gravel.

Pretty much every gravel road in the area has a warning about high water.  Of course, right now I don’t have to worry about it with the drought.

My farm is the start of hills.  North of it is pretty flat, but to the south, there are hills that make it hard to have large flat fields, so there’s small fields, pasture, and lots of trees.

I’ll get back to the church in this image.

My son makes fun of me for driving like an old lady on gravel, but there’s a good reason I drive that slowly.  You never know what’s going to jump out in front of you.

Deer on the road

There’s a lot of old farms and old barns and buildings along this route.

I also get to go past this old church, in the middle of nowhere.  It’s the Union Chapel church which was founded in 1877.

It has a cemetery behind it.  Do you see those stones in the front–they are all cousins of mine.

In the old part of the cemetery, I have more relatives.

I have three sets of grandparents buried here.

Shelby Baker is my 4th great grandfather.

A bit closer to home, there’s the Clear Creek Wildlife Area.

Clear Creek Township is where my great-grandparents lived.  In fact, their old barn is still standing, but I missed taking a picture of it.  No wonder I love my hills.  I have deep roots in this area.