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(November 1996)
Sharon and I started working on the farm house the end of September.
We've taken down the smokehouse, built floors in the chicken house
(now called Wood Shed) to hold all the salvageable wood from the smokehouse
and farm house, put in a septic system, and have degutted the inside
of the old house and am in the process of taking the back section
completely down to the ground.
I remember my Pop once told me that the best way to learn about how
a car engine works is to take one apart and then put it back together.
I never did learn that lesson and can barely change the oil in my
truck now, but the same principle applies to building a house too.
I hope to finish the gutting/teardown by mid December and will spend
most of our time during the winter pulling nails and stripping all
the wood that we have taken out of the old house.
We ate the last of our fresh tomatoes last night. I'll sure
miss our homemade Salsa. I'm already getting excited about all
the things we'll plant next spring.
Yesterday I worked in the morning moving dirt in the yard and planting
some winter rye grass where we had done all the septic work and then
went down to my neighbors and helped him work cattle (rounding them
up, giving shots, cutting horns off, branding and ear tagging).
He helped me a few weeks back and we have a kind of barter system
going. Once the rains came in we went over to the family tobacco barn
where Larry, his brother Ronnie, an older man named Charlie and I
sat and stripped tobacco as the rain danced on the tin roof... telling
stories, learning history, swapping farming secrets, and getting my
hands covered in sticky tobacco juice.
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