St. David, ME Cyr Farm

St. David, ME Cyr Farm

This appears to be The George Cyr home where he and his wife raised 14 children.

Grew up on that farm the garage has been torn down, also the two sheds to the right side of the barn has been torn down. The house has been extended and remodeled towards the back of the house. The pond has been Done and made longer

There is also a new garage built-up in 2014 to the right of the house

I couldn't be more proud to have had the chance to spend many of my childhood years growing up in the Cyr Farm house. Memories of the beautiful hardwood floors, breathtaking view of Canada and animals that would graze down on the flats. Drinking water at the spring that ran out by the train tracks, bond fires held every year when our countless of cousins would that would travel from out of state to would join us carry on the traditions of the Cyr family. Our back yard was a child's dream. Plenty of land to run around, ride bourses, canoe or fish in our ponds. Picking freach produce from the gardens, or choosing from the wild berries, apples, and fiddleheads that grew just a few steps away. The hardworking of my father and brothers bailing hay or keeping the farm up. One significant landmark that is absent from the photo is the extremely large tree that was just beyond the pond. Unfortunately it had to chop it down. The best part of growing up in the historical farm house was to be so close to our grandmother that lived next door. She has been the rock and such an inspiration to her family, and those that have been fortunate to be in her presence. The stories that have been shared from my father and relatives will forever be remembered and cherished. May the Cyr Farm be an impressionable part of the lives of my son and and generations that follow.

Loved staying there with all the cousins during our summer vacations, playing in the barn and old Tarzan swing and going as far back as walking the cows up the hill behind the Gateway.

I was born here and grew up here my first 18 years of my life. Plenty of memories roll in my mind when i saw this picture. I would not trade places with a city kid for a million dollars for the life i had experienced here. Hard work and fun times fill my mind. So many ! If i could go back i would. Yes the Tarzan swing was always fun. Isreal, I always thought your name was Israel. I'll have to talk to your mom about that. Oh by the way, the reference for the the farm in Lille is 62-OAR 34 .

I want to add another farm in St. David was 68-OAR-33 and 31

Yes, that little spring by the tracks cousin Arnold and Uncle Jeff used to drink pretty often. That spring could hardly be seen and one afternoon while crossing the cows to the flats, I came across that almost unnoticeable spring. So I dug it up and enlarged it with my hands to the size of a basketball. After that it was a daily watering hole on hot days. Thanks for bringing that up Rachel. And you mentioned the flats, one year we had a record snowfall and we had a lot of rain in the spring which in turn flooded the flats so high that I placed a large rock along side the road that goes down to the flats. The water was so high that it was starting to creep up the road. I had never seen that when I grew up on the farm. Usually the flats were flooded at the bottom of the road. But this year (Early 2000's) the water was probably 20 -30 feet above that. The reason I say that is because later on I went picking fiddleheads and I saw a tire 20 feet in air on a branch. Now that flood was high.

flood of 2008