Lena and I are presently on the couch, decompressing from another whirlwind weekend at the farm. This time, it was only a one-nighter and our main purpose was to see my grandfather on Easter, so it wasn't much of a working event.
Nonetheless, I did manage to do some investigating around the property. If you have not been able to figure it out yet, my ancestors were not big on throwing things away. At least until the generation preceding me. Those guys are all about burning stuff. Big time.
Although I did spend time out on the farm as a youngster and had likely explored many of the various nooks and crannies of the farm while avoiding the electric fencing, it had been at least 20 years since I really went and looked at any of it.
Here is a photo of perhaps the most recent true interaction I had on the farm:
|It is always wise to stay hydrated when doing chores.|
So as you can see, I know a lot about farming. But there are some "gaps" in my knowledge, I guess. Thankfully, my dad is pretty good at helping to explain things when my expertise reaches its limit, which is somewhere after identifying that I am standing by the barn and there is a calf in the pen. Oh, and my water bottle was from Taco John's. That I know for sure.
Before we start our photographic Odyssey, let me clarify that a few things have changed in the past 20 years. That barn behind me in the above photograph? No longer standing. This and more you shall see as we begin...
|Boo-ya. THIS is what remains of the barn.|
|"This used to be our playground..."|
If you cannot guess, I will just tell you. This is the remains of a silo. A small silo, to be clear, but the large concrete pieces are known as "staves." For an illustration of how this looks in assembled form, look to the upper left of the photo. That would be the big silo. See all those metal bands around the outside? That is what holds the concrete staves together. Cut those bad boys off and watch out!
If you want to know first-hand how that can all go down, ask my uncle and cousin. They were the brave souls responsible for bringing down the little guy pictured above. He had not been used for as long as I can remember. Heck, he no longer even had a roof.
When my brother and I came out to the farm as kids, we would sometimes sneak back into this area and go into the small silo to play. If I remember correctly, there was a good deal of vegetation in there and perhaps even a small tree. For someone with a vivid imagination, it was ideal. But now its gone. Oh well.
|So many possible uses, so many laws against those uses.|
|Welcome to the jungle!|
|Now THIS should be obvious!|
That is enough for outdoor exploration. Let's go back into the house.
|Kind of ominous, right?|
|China cabinet or liquor cabinet? Both?|
|These things summarize my personality. Discuss.|
|Can you find a scenario where all of these items would be used?|
|So SOME people did work this weekend. Witness the removal of the porch linoleum. Or at least the start of it.|
In the meantime, Happy Easter to those who celebrate it and Happy Sunday to those who do not!