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This home was built in 1929 by the Wurm brothers according the the hand-written note found on an interior board found under the porch roof.

"When better homes are built, the Wurm brothers will build them."

This home was replaced by another home that appears to have been destroyed by fire probably due to the amount of burned lumber found on site.

The home was owned by the Snyder family until 1992. One of the Snyder family members had their 1948 wedding picture on a swing attached to an apple tree that still produces apples today in October, 2010. The larger barn has since gone but the other two are still here.


This is a picture of the family farm once owned by Reid and Effie Harmon in northern Iredell county of NC. They were my grand-parents(my mother's parents)and have passed on many years ago. The old house and log barn were built in the late 1800's and are still standing but are in very bad condition now. It has been over 30 years since I have been on the property but this picture brings back some fond memories. This is the place where my grandfather taught me how to ride a bicycle and where I got to drive a farm tractor for the first time. I also remember the room in the house that grandmother set-up as her "Old Timey" room. It was filled with real old 1800's house-hold items like spinning wheels, candles and oil lanterns, wooden rocking chairs and tables filled all kinds of old things. Pictures hung on each wall of ancestors I never knew. A old flint lock musket hanging over the open fire place was my favorite and I wish I had it today.
Time never goes backwards but it would be neat to be able to go back one more time to enjoy a meal around grandmother's table and then after lunch on a cool afternoon go set under the shade of the big oak tree and share stories and jokes with all the cousins, aunts and uncles. I hope we can all do it again someday in heaven.

—Dennis Ford

St Anthony’s Catholic Church was founded in 1848 but the present structure, which dominates the small community of Padua in Mercer County , Ohio, was not built until 1879, Ohio. My grandparents, George and Elizabeth (Reitz) Gengler, and their children became members of the parish in 1904 when they moved from Trinity, Indiana, to their newly purchased farm on Route 49. One of the great adventures of my young life was to live with my grandparents, my Aunt Celeste and Uncle Leo every summer in the midst of the Great Depression. Except for their 1933 Chevrolet sedan, staying with them was like living at the end of the 19th and beginning of the 20th Century. They had no electricity, no running water, no telephone, no radio. Of course they had a ”modern” hand cranked Victrola which they kept alongside their original Edison cylinder phonograph. My grandmother cooked and baked with a large cast iron stove heated by wood and corn cobs. The drinking water had to be fetched from a well water pump that was located near the barn, a quarter mile away. She used cistern water to wash the clothes in a wooden, hand operated, rocker washer and them rung out with a wooden hand ringer. At night we read by a coal oil lamp and slept on a straw filled tick.
St. Anthony’s Church was the center of the community’s social life. Attendance at Sunday Mass was a must, preceded by Saturday Confession by all who expected to receive Holly Communion. It was one of the many Catholic Churches in Mercer county that rang the call to recite the Angelus every day at 6, 12 and 6. One was expected to stop all activities, bow ones head and say a silent Angelus prayer. Kitty-corner across from the Church was the Kremer General Store which had two hand cranked gas pumps facing route 49 intersected by St. Anthony’s road. Down the block on St. Anthony’s road the baseball field always attracted the local men for a game on Saturday or Sunday afternoon. It was my uncle Leo’s time to relax from the daily routine of farming and enjoy the camaraderie of his friends.
St. Anthony’s and my grandparent’s farm will always be remembered as one of the highlights of my youth.

—John F. Brunner MD

It sure is something how things have changed, and yet, many things are still the same.

The Holsteins are gone and replaced by beef cows. The old red barn is gone, yet the same family, five generations later, are still holding on and working the same piece of ground.

Thank you for saving a piece of our past.

—Donnie Taylor, Jr.

This is the Cornell, Illinois farm of Harold Trainor. He farmed here from about 1940 until his death in 1977. He and his wife Clara, who died in 1944, had 7 children - 2 sons Harold Jr. and Donald; and 5 daughters Mary, Edna, Geraldine, Margery, and Joan. Their many grandchildren fondly remember visiting the farm on holidays and other family occasions.

—Dave Palochko

This is the Cornell, Illinois farm of Harold Trainor. He farmed here from about 1940 until his death in 1977. He and his wife Clara, who died in 1944, had 7 children - 2 sons Harold Jr. and Donald; and 5 daughters Mary, Edna, Geraldine, Margery, and Joan. Their many grandchildren fondly remember visiting the farm on holidays and other family occasions.

—Dave Palochko

This farm was purchased by my father (Lewis Kramer) in about 1937. He raised primarily small grain (wheat, oats, corn and soybeans).

I spent the first 12 years of my life in the house on the right of the barn. The ranch style house (hidden by trees) on the left was built in 1951-52.

During WWII the barn was a two story chicken coup where chickens were raised by the hundreds. Dressed chickens were sold to hotels in Toledo, Ohio, and eggs were sold from the farm. The road in front of the farm was US Rte 25, at that time a major north/south route. Egg customers from as far away as Detroit would buy eggs by the crate and sell them in their home towns. After the war, the chicken business ended and the farm concentrated on grain.

The property where the buildings were located was sold in 2001. The buildings were demolished and it is now the site of a Home Depot store.

My brother and I continue to own the remainder of the farm and still raise grain on the land.

—Mary Ellen Kramer Pratt

This is a picture of Pritchett Farms, established in 1875 by Coley Madison Pritchett and his wife Keran Ann Garrison Pritchett.

The classic 2-story white farmhouse is in the foreground. Construction on the house began in 1890 and was finished in 1900. The exterior's wooden siding and all interior floors, doors, molding, fireplace mantles, stairway, etc... are from timber harvested off the land. There are 3 exterior chimneys to the house which are rock/stone collected and stacked by hand from the farm. The back steps are also rock/stone collected and stacked by hand from the farm.

The year is 2010 as I write this - everything is still original on the farmhouse. Large trees - Willow Oak, Red Oak, American Holly, Magnolia, Red Maple - surround the farmhouse. Aside from this, you can see various barns on the property, as well as tobacco and corn being grown in the fields.

Since the beginning, flue-cured tobacco has been the main cash crop. Even in 2010, flue-cured tobacco is still the main cash crop on Pritchett Farms. Several generations have remained on the farm to continue its daily operations - Coley Madison Pritchett, Edgar Wills Pritchett, George Hughey Pritchett, Edgar Hughey Pritchett, Stephanie Anne Pritchett. Pritchett Farms has thrived and survived for 135 years.... Here's to another 135 and many more!! God Bless America!!

—Stephanie Pritchett

This is a picture of Pritchett Farms, established in 1875.

The farmhouse is slightly hidden by the massive Red Oaks, Willow Oaks, and American Holly surrounding it. The field to the right is planted in corn - a mixture of white and yellow corn to be enjoyed by both the family and the beef cows. The open spaces in the back and to the left are large pastures for the beef cows (and 1 smaller pasture for the pigs/hogs). There are also 2 small chicken houses hidden by the trees (located just to the left of the farmhouse).

Pritchett Farms is a self-sustaining farm... The family receives eggs, poultry, beef, pork, fruit, and vegetables from the animals and crops raised on the farm. It is now 2010 and very few things have changed!!

—Stephanie Pritchett

This farm is located on Stoudertown Road in Fairfield County, Ohio.

The land covered about 101 acres. The center portion of the house originally sat about 250 meters back from the road, but some time around the 1930s it was moved to the present site. The original house was a one and one-half story frame building. My parent's bedroom and my bedroom were on the top floor. Because the walls were constructed of wood lath and plaster with little or no insulation, it was very cold in my room in the winter, the house being heated by a coal furnace in the dug out basement.

My family moved here in 1952, when I was five years old. My mother's parents also lived with us, as my grandfather was suffering from brain cancer and my father had taken over his Jersey dairy operation. My grandfather passed away later that year, and my grandmother continued to live with us. She and my sister had bedrooms on the first floor. My grandmother and mother were both school teachers and terrific cooks.
In 1968, the center of the house caught fire from an electrical short. The volunteer firefighters saved most of the building, and my father and I, with the help of a couple friends, spent the summer remodeling the house by removing the upper story and modifying the room arrangement.

This photo was taken after my parents had retired from farming and sold all but the land around the buildings. You can see the circular base of what had been a steel silo between the barn and the outbuildings. The low shed behind the main barn was where the Jersey cows were housed. We milked 25-30 cows and sold the milk to the Wetherell Dairy in Pickerington. My sister still lives in this house.

See the tall thin tree by the utility pole near the curve in the lane? I like to say I am the god of that tree. One day as I was mowing the lawn, I noticed a tiny shoot growing in the grass. Ordinarily, I would have just mowed over it, but for some reason, I decided to let it grow. I marked it with a stake and today it a monster size poplar tree.

As I think most farm kids do, I have wonderful memories of growing up on a farm and I would not trade the experience for anything. But I never wanted to be a farmer and so I went off to college, was commissioned as an Army officer, and spent my career in the military. In fact, I still work for the Army today as a contractor.

—Jack Congrove