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I almost did not recognize this farm, it is now only a couple of buildings that is located at the corner of our road. What a unique piece of history!

—Mary Kelich
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Back in the 1940's when my Grandmother Helenea Brisbane was getting out of the Army at Ft. Dix, she decided to invest in a business, "site unseen". It happened to be in a town called Hiwasse in Benton County, Arkansas. It was a Chicken Farm, fully automated....pretty fancy for the times. No indoor plumbing in the house, but the chickens had it made. With my mother in tow, they arrived in this small "don't blink, you will miss it" town in style....grandmother called her Chauffeur from her days before the Army and had him drive them to their new destination..."the farm" Needless to say, the new rich people made a big hit that would be talked about and remembered to this day. Grandmother promptly had plumbing put into the house....but left the outhouse for looks. My mother was in heaven, being the new city girl in town. The house had a rock facing and came to be known as the "Rock house". There were fruit trees in the back, with a very large grape arbor that was cool to walk beneath. It had a large garden area that you could feed half a city from as far as grandmother was concerned. Woods off to the side that mother went horseback riding in. They seemed to settle in just fine, until a boycott was called on chickens. Here is where my memory gets cloudy...don't remember what the boycott was about, but it meant that the fryers, with a delay in selling, turned into stewers and grandma was about to go broke. I didn't mention during this time, Grandmother had met and married a local fellow by the name of Ralph Todd and mom had married a local fellow and my dad, Joe Jenkins....(they moved to California by this time and mom was going to have me).....Grandmother, being very adventurous, and never letting anything get her down, said the heck with it, sold the farm because of the boycott and sent my mother a telegram which we have to this day...it read: Sold the farm, Stop. Put out the cat, Stop. Left the Todds to moan and cry, Stop. Took Editorship at Indianapolis Daily, Stop. Go ahead and have your baby, Stop. Mother......and that was grandmother's adventure in Hiwasse Arkansas, on Highway 72, and her chicken farm.....everyone is gone now and the chicken houses are gone the last time I was there, but folks still remember Bris and her adventure and the Rock house, which was partially still there when I went through back in 2008. You don't need to put all this in there. It is just some of the story I remember from my mom and folks from Hiwasse.

—Linda Jenkins Wensel
 
 

We purchased this farm in February 2011 and the house and barn have seen much better days. We have been researching the farm's history and have had a wonderful opportunity to meet the past owners and people who grew up in the home. After they sold it, it fell into disrepair with its two most recent owners. While we are unsure what the future holds, we want to make sure we are connected with its glory days. I would like to bring it back to its former condition, but that remains to be seen. I am just happy we have a clear view now thanks to Vintage Aerial of how proud she once stood.

—Suzi Yenchesky
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This picture was taken in 1975 when I was 22 years old. My dad in previous years raised cattle and milked cows so our barn was big. It was later downsized for reasons I'm not sure but i just know that we no longer had cattle but we started raising more hogs. We also had chickens . Dad would buy a bunch of baby chicks and some were kept for laying eggs and some unfortunately for them were butchered and i remember dad chopping the roosters head off with an axe and throwing them over a fence and watch them helplessly jump around headless.As a kid I did not like seeing that. Of course those were different days with good memories and in a few years after this picture was taken the farm was about to take on a different look. The old machine shed would about ready to give way to a much bigger morton machine shed that I would build,and a small farrowing house would soon be build east of the barn. Things were changing but the memories of the place in which i grew up and still live today will always be there! This picture indeed rekindles those memories! Thank you for finding it for me!!

—Don Nieland
 
 

In 1918, Auguste and Bertha Myers Habig purchased 40 acres of this farm. There were no buildings, and they needed a house, so they purchased a small, 2-story house from the owner of Ina Store. Using logs, wagons, and horses, they moved the house 2 miles to the farm. Almost 10 years later, after having expanded their farm to almost 150 acres, they added a single-story addition containing a kitchen, a dining room, an enclosed back porch, and a broad, welcoming front porch to the original structure. Gust and his brother-in-law, Oliver Depew, built the barn you see here on the left and the equipment building/granary on the right. At one time there were other buildings: a wellhouse, a milkhouse, a chicken coop, and a hog house. Late in World War II, Gust realized he was very ill. Calvin Depew, Oliver's son, asked if he could buy the farm so that he could have a dairy farm there. The sale was soon accomplished, and Calvin brought his wife, Wilma, and their small son Richard home to the farm in 1946. Bertha had bought a house in a nearby town, where she lived after Gust's death until she remarried several years later. Calvin and Wilma purchased more land from his father and brother, and the farm now encompassed almost 250 acres. Another son joined the family in 1947, the same year in which Calvin bought a tractor and sold his horses.

In 1959, disaster struck. A cow from a neighboring farm harbored Bang's Disease, and one of Calvin's cows caught the disease. The State of Michigan destroyed his herd, disinfected the barn and pasture, and quarantined the farm for a number of years. Calvin went to barber school in Detroit. In 1965, he, Wilma, and their youngest son moved to a lakeside cottage near Cadillac, Michigan. Calvin retired in 1977 and began spending his days on his farm. The fields were rented to another dairy farmer--the same family has rented them since 1959--but he could walk his woods, chop wood to heat his house, hunt, and enjoy his land. After Wilma's death in 1989, he decided to move back to the farm. He built a new house near a wooded area of the farm and near the spot where he had been born. He is now 91 years old (in 2011), and he plans to die near the same spot where he was born.

—Ellie Depew
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I'm not sure the year my parents, LaVerne and Helen Stoltz, bought this farm, but I was born in June 1958, (the 4th of 4 children), and they had lived here a few years already. I remember sitting on a homemade grader (for weight) when the long driveway was muddy and my dad had to even out the gravel. My dad was diagnosed with cancer in November 1968 and we sold the farm in March of 1969 to Chuck Webster of Madison. As of May 2011 the only thing left standing, that I could see, was the silo, and trees had grown up on both sides of the long driveway. How things change over the years!

—Donna Stoltz Gorman
 
 

This farm was purchased in 1958 by Glenn and Marjorie (Thomas) Eier. Previous owners were named Butler and Higgins. Glenn and Marjorie resided here until 2007. Marjorie passed away in 2005. Glenn now resides in a nursing home. The farm is administered by their children Ruth EIer Crates and Ron Eier.

—Ruth Crates
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After all the kids were married, the majority of the buildings were torn down. Sundays were spent with all the grandkids on the farm. The kids were instructed to stay out of the barn, don't go in the ditches, and stay away from the swamp. Maybe us kids ruined it for our kids.

—Carol Hertzner
 
 

The farm where my parents lived from 1951-1991. Five children were raised here and what great hiding places in all the buildings. My sisters and I would walk the "country mile" because everything was totally safe. We'd pack a picnic lunch and be gone for hours. Life was so simple then.

—Carol Hertzner
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Wm. Miller residence from about 1918 to 1982. Farm was purchased by his son Willis in 1985. Building site was purchased bt Willis' son Richard in 1992 for the purpose of building a new home.