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Finding Treasure in the Barn


One of my favorite things to do is go exploring in our shed, our barn or our grain bins (What? We’re supposed to store grain in those?). Truthfully, I love exploring any old barn or house but legally I can only explore ours, I suppose. View full post »

February 11, 2009 - 1:30 pm

Karen - The spider web in the second picture is amazing. I am personally not a fan of spider’s but I am completely fascinated by their webs

February 20, 2009 - 10:13 am

Farmgirl - I LOVE scavenging! And since I opened up a small antique shop at our farm, I have a REASON to do it. I get PAID to do it … and I can JUSTIFY it to hubby, which as you know, is most important! :)


Abandoned Cemetery

Holdsworth Farm Cemetary

Over the weekend, we took the girls on yet another “educational quest”  (remember Indian Island?) – this time to an abandoned cemetery.



The cemetery is close to Uncle Melvin’s farm and some of the headstones date back to the early 1800’s.



They are really beautiful and some quite ornate.


She died in beauty

This belongs to someone who was far too young upon passing. I came home and researched this verse and in its entirety it reads:

Death Of The Young And FairAnon.
She died in beauty, like a rose blown from its parent stem;
She died in beauty, like a pearl dropp’d from some diadem;
She died in beauty, like a lay along a moonlit lake;
She died in beauty, like the sSng of birds amid the brake;
She died in beauty, like the snow on flowers dissolved away;
She died in beauty, like a star lost on the brow of day;—
She lives in glory, like Night’s gems set round the silver moon
She lives in glory, like the sun amid the blue
of June

Beautiful, isn’t it? It makes me want to know more about this young girl.


In stark contrast to that intricate, carefully planned resting place is this cemetery located about 10 feet away


This is the cemetery in which the slaves were buried.


Slave Cemetary - Holdsworth Farm

If not for this fence, there would be no indication that this is anything other than a clearing in the woods although according to local historians, there are hundreds of people buried here.



It’s really quite a stark contrast and to be honest these pictures don’t even begin to capture how I feel when I stand between these two graveyards.



Pumpkin in particular was quite touched (she’s my sensitive, thoughtful one anyway). She kept looking back and forth and saying, “I just feel so sorry for those people.”

And in that moment, what do you tell a seven year old? I’m not sure I found the perfect words during our conversation but I tried. And I hugged her a lot.

I don’t think she’ll forget this visit anytime soon.



June 24, 2009 - 9:36 am

michele - Debbie, Donna, Maribel and I visited this place a few summers ago. It is truly amazing. At that time it looked like someone was making a little headway against the trees and the vines, clearing little by little. It is a truly humbling place.
After that we climbed the massive hill of dirt that was left from Keith digging the pond. Then we drank some of his beer while he was out in the field. :)