We got the phone call early on a Friday morning – the farm was ours! It was a long and agonizingly drawn out build up to this moment and boy did it feel good to know it was over and we owned it.
It took one day for the elation to wear off – with all those beautiful acres of woods and fields we inherited the worn out remains of a once-thriving family dairy farm. Generations of possessions – layers and layers of refuse, farm and household waste – needed to be hauled and deposited into dumpsters. Over 5 tons worth.
Snow Mountain Farm is located in Western Massachusetts. The oldest buildings on the property include a dairy barn dating back to the mid-1800’s and a house built sometime in the late 1800’s. Historically the farm was named after the mountain it sits on called Koonchaug, which means Snow Mountain in the local Indian dialect according to local lore.
There were also a bunch of old sheds on the property holding about 3 generations worth of old couches and refrigerators. We ordered a few dumpsters and started loading them up.
They say “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure” and so with this thought in mind as we uncovered each layer we also kept a watchful eye out for interesting treasure. Old glass bottles, fence posts, horse and buggy wheels, wooden apple ladders, apple harvest bags and crates, milking receipts and records, blacksmith gadgets, square nails…
Some of the interesting things we found:
A much as we were hoping to salvage the old buildings it turns out that they were in too great a state of disrepair that we need to demolish everything. The good news is we get to build what we want and where we want it – the bad news is that demolition and construction take time.
The takeaway? Tearing stuff down is fun! It’s cleaning up the mess afterwards that is tough. Here are some pictures of stuff coming down: