I've roamed these grounds my whole life. When I was a child I was a pro at climbing the pecan trees. Even back then they were massive. I helped during tobacco season earning money for each stick I finished. I ran and played hide and seek in the corn fields and I remember the white turkey and all the screeching guineas.
I'm the fourth generation to live and love this farm. I inherited the old, ran down farmhouse, the mammoth sized pecan trees, a portion of the farmland and several dilapidated barns and silos. The house was built by my great-grandparents in 1907 and sits in the center of their 77 acre 100+ year old farm. Many of the buildings my pa built had to be torn down from years of neglect and abandonment and some had already fallen down when I inherited the property. Another small house, a tobacco barn, the chicken coop and brick horse stable had been torn down years earlier and the pack house (which was behind the two story cinder block hay loft and not visible in this picture) was also torn down a year or so after we inherited it.
It has been my mission since inheriting this property to restore it to it's glory days. Many projects are finished and many more are underway but it is a work in progress and requires a lot of time and money.