March 29, 2004
THE Farm
I don't come from a farm background. I grew up in the suburbs. So sometimes people ask me how I came to a farming life.
The answer to that question, as with most big questions like that, is not entirely straightforward. But I know at least one part of the answer starts with THE Farm.
The Farm was a place where my brothers and I spent a number of our summers growing up. It was in Connecticut, not far from where my parents grew up. Our family rented/care-took the place for the Katz family, who would spend each of their summers in Ireland.
The Farm was old -- built in 1790. And there were donkeys and horses and chickens and geese and bees and a goat and even some turkeys (before the foxes ate them). Plus a big garden. Plus a lot of Tintin and Asterix books. And the beach and fishing in Long Island Sound were not far away.
Here I am riding a young donkey in my typical summer attire.
My brother with a friendly chicken.
Me and my Dad cleaning out stalls.
My younger brother Geoff and I goofing around with our uncle Dave.
Here's my Mom, her mother (my Gram), and her brother, playing some backgammon under a shady tree.
A lot of crazy things happened on the Farm. My Dad almost burned the place down once. There were these white turtle doves that lived in the barn, but would come waddle into the house the during the day to just hang out with the humans, mostly in the living room. Ashby the goat was absolutely uncontrolable. We would eat the world's best fried dough my Mom made. My folks would throw big summer parties. A donkey had a baby donkey one summer. My older brother ran over my younger brother once on his bike and broke his leg (in my older brother's defense, we were throwing dirt bombs/rocks at him, and I don't think he meant to actually run us over).
But the best part was my Mom would send me and Geoff to go get eggs from the chickens in the morning, and we wouldn't come back until about noon -- there were just too many adventures on the way. It was a good start for a farming life -- clean air, clean living, and a fair amount of work and fun. But mostly fun.
Posted by peter at March 29, 2004 06:43 AMNo, No, No!!
You exaggerate!!
I didn't "nearly burn the place down."
I simply came up with a very efficient way to get rid of weeds and grass by pouring gasoline on and tossing a match in. Unfortunately, the wind came up unexpectedly!
Anyways, it was the Fourth of July weekend, so it all made perfectly good sense!
And, finally, the fire department did not need to come that time...which has not always been my experience with applying efficiency to fields and woodlands!
Posted by: Mike, pgg's dad at March 29, 2004 07:51 PMGreat photos! I love looking at the family resemblances...in the chicken photo my cousin Mike looks a whole lot like Michael Joseph...and in the wheel barrel photo Dave looks so much like Geoff! I can't wait to see who Waverly will look like as she gets older (it is hard to figure that out now under all of that rice cereal). I love reading your blog so keep up the great postings!
Posted by: Dawn at March 29, 2004 10:55 PMexcellent photos.. great stories...kodak vs pixel moments????
it amazes me how impressive childhood memories are and how influential they become if we let them.
any recent news of the bees?
Posted by: cornelia at March 30, 2004 07:49 AMSometimes people ask me if I think I've influenced my kids. This says a big yes!! And of course its true. We were a lot thinner and younger but wasn't it fun.
I'm so proud of you and Maryellen following your dreams and enjoying the clean air and clean hard work of Peacham. Do you realize you will give as much to your children?
And, as to Dawn's comment re Geoff and David, they not only look alike in the picture, but they use the same inflections and phraseology in their speech. When David calls me, I think it is Geoff.
Love, Mom
Posted by: Mom at March 30, 2004 08:09 PMi loved reading about the stories on the farm, they playful times with your brother geoff. it looked like you were having so much fun, i wish i had a younger brother called geoff. however, my father is called geoff, we have fun together just as you and your sibling did. Goodbye
Posted by: ross kirk at May 1, 2004 02:00 PM