

This is the farmhouse where my dad's grandparents once lived, up in the hills on Peavy Rd. One of his cousins confirmed it several years ago.


There were several Amish farms dotting the landscape, two of them with For Sale signs out front. The barns are impressive.
I really want to get out of the car one day and ask to step inside a working barn. I'm not sure I'll ever be brave enough, but you never know what opportunity might arise.
And now, a Peavy Road Story...
Once upon a time two young boys decided to take an old horse cart for a ride down the big hill on the road at their grandparents farm. (It was a mile downhill to town.) The older one had the job of steering the cart, and the younger worked the "brakes" which was a large rock held against one of the wheels. They hadn't gone far when, as they began to pick up speed, they came to realize that the brake was not working. Thankfully, the older had the presence of mind to turn off the road and into a farmer's field and tragedy was averted.
Old photos are a treasure!
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...I hear that neck of the woods calling my name! Some Amish folks seem to love to move, perhaps the grass is greener on the other side pf the fence. Martha, I'm glad that you had a good down on the dirt backroads. Please stop back when you can.
ReplyDeleteHow nice to have history on this road. Great barns and story!
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