Monday, June 19, 2017

Day 187 CJSM



Day 187

 

 

RR# 2 Box 106A, Waterloo, Illinois 62298

(1st house in Oakridge Estates outside New Hanover)

 

 

  Our first home was a single wide trailer we rented for $75/mo. I waxed the vinyl floors in that place until you could see your face in them; everything neat and tidy.

 Daughter Beth fell in love with horses at age four watching Fury on TV; could a farm with stable animals and riding horses be far behind? Not on my watch!

 We looked for a lot seeking acreage we could build on. A farm near New Hanover had been purchased by a farmer who wanted the tillable land; the “pretty” part, woods, hills and meadows he subdivided and broke out in lots. One ten acre plot overlooked the Mississippi River bottom sitting high on the limestone bluffs.

We bought it and I built our very first house adding a swimming pool and a stable; I even put in a pond for water for the livestock. Quite a spread! RR# 2 Box 106A, Waterloo, Illinois  62298.

Shortly, “city-folks” wanting to live in the country moved in and built homes; some one of them changed the Rural Route addresses to the auspicious name: Oak Ridge Estates! Wow!?

Our 10 acre lot provided a spectacular view across the bottoms and well into neighboring Missouri. To this day, some forty years later, I confess, I still miss that wonderful view with sunsets to flame a painter’s spirit and fire a writer’s fantasy creative imagination.

 As our family expanded to two girls (we moved into our new house the very day Becky blessed our lives) and the herd grew, we searched for a bigger spread and soon found one.

 A mile west of the little town of Maeystown (founded in the 1800’s by Lady Candy’s great-great-grandfather) we found a little 214+ acre farm for sale. We sold our “estate” for a handsome profit; with a “large” bank loan, we managed the farm purchase. (I lived pretty well on bank money!) I built another new home with pool and the herd grew---Green Acres!?...Hmm?

 We spent twelve years on the farmstead before moving to Oregon. No regrets as I look back.

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “What’s next?” Memories!

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