This was my parents farm. I grew up here I spent time outside in the yard with my brothers BB gun and one day I shot a chicken stale but it turned out to his the chicken above the eye the only thing my mother said was now you can clean it and we will have it Dinner. That was a new experience for me Of course she helped. One day my dad needed a tractor driver and my sister refuse and I drove the tractor for the first time that day I dumped him and a whole load of hay over by taking the corner to sharp. I remember the honey house where the farmer who had it last had bees and we enjoyed honey all the while we were there it was wonderful the fees were gone but the honey was stored in what my mom and dad called the honey house. My mother used honey for everything pancakes she mixed it with peanut butter and I think she was the creator of Jiff peanut butter because it was mixed with something sweet and it was great.