Next Monday is the sale for the farm where I grew up. The farm has served it's purpose very well. Mom and Dad purchased it in 1938. They lived there all but the very beginning of their married life. Now it is time to move on. There is lots of speculation on the price it will bring. I just hope it sells. It has been a very wet year, so the ponds are there. It has old buildings, fences and trees that need to be demolished before some of it can be farmed. All that adds to the expense, not the selling price. The buildings aren't designed for the equiptment used today. The fences are in the way of today's farming methods. Paul has been working at getting some of his machinery taken for iron price or up to his place. Next week at this time I hope I can say "Hurrah!"
Monday, August 2, 2010
One More Week
Next Monday is the sale for the farm where I grew up. The farm has served it's purpose very well. Mom and Dad purchased it in 1938. They lived there all but the very beginning of their married life. Now it is time to move on. There is lots of speculation on the price it will bring. I just hope it sells. It has been a very wet year, so the ponds are there. It has old buildings, fences and trees that need to be demolished before some of it can be farmed. All that adds to the expense, not the selling price. The buildings aren't designed for the equiptment used today. The fences are in the way of today's farming methods. Paul has been working at getting some of his machinery taken for iron price or up to his place. Next week at this time I hope I can say "Hurrah!"
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