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Photos from Christmas 2008

on Fri, 02/27/2009 - 07:14

The Farm, Christmas 2008

After the dinner and presents and a healthy dose of family, I went out for a walk around the property. These photos are the result.

Girlfriend of the Corn

on Sun, 09/07/2008 - 20:50

Good corn growth

Photo taken a couple of weeks ago on the farm where I grew up. The corn behind Cynthia is at least ten feet tall, and quite likely over eleven.

Photos of the Farm

on Wed, 11/28/2007 - 18:54

Morning of the day after Thanksgiving, 2007

I just posted about a dozen photos of the farm, and the drive back up to Grand Rapids. Click on the photo to see them.

Tumbling Down the Walls

on Sun, 05/21/2006 - 18:43

This afternoon I took a trip back to the farm to enjoy a picnic and watch our barn get knocked down. After many years of entropy the thing had finally decayed past the point of usefulness, and into the realm of being a danger to those around it.

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Many years ago adjustments had been made to its structure to allow more storage space, and these adjustments had ultimately weakened the frame.

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Notice that the whole end of the barn is hanging in space, with nothing but the roof beams preventing it from tumbling down.

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This is the view from inside, showing how cock-eyed and beat-up the structure is.

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This beam, and the one it butts into on the left, are the only things holding the barn up at this point.

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Local demolisher-of-large-buildings Herbie Van Aiken provided the bulldozer and told us it wouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes to bring the thing down.

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Herbie lined up on the beam he said was the keystone of the structure and, after digging up some sod, gave it a push.

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I was looking for a position to take some good shots when I heard CRACK and got my camera up just in time to see the barn come down in a huge cloud of dust.

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The demolition took about five minutes.

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Another push on the main beam brought down the stubborn remnants.

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And all this without touching the silo or pump-house which share a foundation with the barn.

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My brother Kurt exploring the wreckage.

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And my mother finally has the view to the south she has always wanted.

Stalking the Wild Nostalgia

on Tue, 01/13/2004 - 00:00

Back when I was a kid growing up on the farm I discovered a natualist author by the name of Euell Gibbons. He wrote books - informed by his own life experiences and necessities - about how to survive and thrive by eating wild food. Many of his plants and animals were native to southern Michigan so one spring, book in hand, I set out to provide for my family.

Just to put things in perspective, our farm was pretty stable, and if there was one thing we didn't lack, it was food. I probably had more steak by the time I graduated from high-school than most people have during their entire lives.

I immediately discovered two things.

First, timing is everything. There are no acorns in May. There are no fiddlehead ferns in September. Day-lilies were edible last week. This week they have the texture of cardboard.

Two: a hungry Oakie (as Gibbons described himself) will eat things that a well-fed farm boy will not. Possum. May apple. Any of a number of mushrooms. Eel.

That is not to say that there were not a few successes. Sassafrass tea is one of the most wondrous good drinks in all the world, especially with a spoonfull of brown sugar thrown in. Crayfish are damn yummy, if much smaller in Michigan than in, say, Louisiana. Frog legs brought purpose to the deaths of the bullfrogs we shot full of BBs every summer. Day-lily pods cooked in butter taste much like green beans, but I imagine a sufficient quantity of butter will make most anything taste like green beans. Mulberries, strawberries, blackberries, gooseberries, raspberries, cherries, apples...I didn't need a book to figure them out. Likewise, bluegills. Never got around to asking the neighbor who trapped rattlesnakes for MSU if he would send us over some meat some time.

On my desk in front of me sits the 1974 Field Guide edition of Stalking the Wild Asparagus . It is green, and beat up, and Euell Gibbons, chewing on a leafy twig of something, grins from the cover. Leafing through it, I found a note which said the following: "Tried the pods. If you are hungry they would fill the empty space. Pg 130." Page 130 start a four-page description of the culinary joys of milkweed. I never got around to trying that one.

A few years ago several of Gibbons' books were reprinted. Stalking the Wild Asparagus and Stalking the Blue-Eyed Scallop , the two with which I am familiar, are fantastic reads, even if you never in your life plan to eat anything which doesn't come out of a can.

As an amusing side note, take a look at what Amazon.com recommends in their "Customers interested in XXX may also be interested in:" section. By gum, foragers are just not to be trusted.

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