My dad, we owned the farm , 160 acres from about 1950-1961.
Milked cows, made maple syrup, dug the pond, planted the pines and remodeled the house.
Which as the story goes from my dad, the house was held up in the Michigan basement by a tombstone.
I knocked my front teeth out tripping while running across the bare floor joists upstairs during renovation.
Good thing grandad was the town dentist.
Sold to the Kennedy Family.