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We purchased this small farm in 1993. It had belonged to my great Uncle. We had moved a trailer house just southwest of the house and we rented the farmhouse out. In 1998 we built a new home where the trailer house was and in May of 2008 a tornado came through destroying everything. Thank goodness for pictures like this that keep the memory alive.


We were married in 1974 and moved into this farm house that my dad owned. My grandfather had owned it before that. We moved from here in 1983. In 2008 a tornado came through destroying everything. All those beautiful trees are completely gone.


This farm was my Grandma Sloan's property. They purchased the property back in the 1960's and have owned it ever since. My mother had always wanted a picture of the farm, but wasn't able to obtain one of the ones my Grandma had taken. I was delighted when I saw the Vintage Aerial advertisement and had the opportunity to surprise her with a picture of the farm back when it was at it's best. The buildings now are all falling down, but this picture captures the property at it's happiest time. Thank you for helping recreate some of those memories for our family.

—Shelli McNabb

Dear Vintage Aerial,

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the beautiful photo you found for our family. The photo of our farm was special to my Dad, and I'm glad he got to see it before he passed away. Our family farm was his most sacred place on earth....the land he lovingly farmed....that once belonged to his parents and his grandparents as well. So, this beautiful image is already hanging on my family room wall and I will surely treasure it for years.

Special thanks Tom for your help in finding the photo. Special thanks to Paul and Lisa Clark for visiting me at Dad's funeral and for your friendship. The photo was proudly displayed at his wake and all of Dad's brothers and sisters, family members and friends got to share in the memories that Dad's farm has provided over the years.

Many many thanks,
Karin Perozek

—Karin Perozek

This is our home. We bought it in May of 2009. It was in very rough shape when we purchased it but I knew it was where we wanted to be (convincing my husband and daughter of that was a job in itself!)
We have worked very hard with family and friends and gutted the whole house; it is still a work in progress but WE LOVE IT HERE. I can't think of any other place on earth that I would rather call home.
Getting the picture of what it used to be and all the history was such a great gift that I received for Christmas from my husband. It looks wonderful hanging in our living room and makes me smile every time I look at it to think of all that this house has seen and heard over the years. Thank you so much for this wonderful photo!

—Dorothy Brotz

We don't own this farm but having grown up here there is a lot of senimental attachment. Between dad & I and my landlord and his dad we have been farming this land for almost 60 years and counting.

—Merlin Tuma

I grew up on this farm mid 60's thru early 80's. I can see my parents (Merlin and Clare White) grain truck in the driveway and our tractor up at the grain bin. We are in the middle of harvest season as you can still see some of the corn still standing. I spent a lot of time playing in the straw stored in the barn, building forts and tunnels with my brother and sisters.

—Douglas White

I remember riding with my grandpa (Emil White) down to the creek from his farm on his Farmall H to fish, and helping Grandma (Lucille) butcher chickens and garden. Our summers were spent playing and working in the hay mow, collecting eggs, riding pigs and helping with the chores. Lot's of fond memories.

—Douglas White

My parents purchased this farm in 1928. I was 6 months old and the eighth of nine children in this Danish emigrant family.
We had a small herd of cows and sold milk to a local co-op creamery. Our cash crop was rutabagas. I left the farm in 1946 to
enlist in the Army. That was a step up on the social/economic ladder.

The farm was sold in the early sixties and as had several owners since. These small farms are disappearing and the fields are returning to brush and trees. Life on the farm in the thirties was a hard poverty level existence, but I still harbor warm memories and respect for the many good people that lived off the land during that time.

—Hans Abrahamsen

This house is owned by my father, Kermit Patterson. The house was originally built by his twin brother (Kenneth) in the early 1960's.

—Tracy Patterson