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The old cellar gets a makeover

 

Our old farm house was built in 1908 and was originally a one room cottage on top of a sandstone root cellar. Over the years additions have been made, but the foundation of the original house has stayed the same.

When I first started to clean out the old cellar it was a daunting task before me. There was years of dirt and rot. The old shelves that once held the canned foods for the family, were crumbling from dry rot. The old tank that held the drinking water was long past soiled and was still somewhat full of rusty water. So I had to get all of that cleaned up to assess if the project was worth undergoing.

Once the cellar was “clean”, everything was sprayed down with 5 treatments of borax and my good friend white vinegar. This was able to kill any mold or mildew that had set in over the years.  To keep everything from getting wet and musty again i had to build a better door.image

The construction of the door was very simple, because I am just trying to close this up for any possible snow this winter. Once the door was on and the temperature dropped, I noticed that the temperature was always 55°. This made it great for work in the cold winter evenings.

Once the cellar was clean and dry, I was able to build shelves out of 2×4’s and cedar fence slats. This gave the air a nice aroma and naturally resists moisture damage.  These shelves gave me enough storage to start my next daunting task. Cleaning out the garage.

 

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This old hay rake

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That’s my grandfathers hay rake he used on the old homestead out in Otsego. It was brought to our farm, along with old Babe his black Percheron when my grandparents moved into Zanesville. My dad converted it to use with the tractor. When I was 9 or 10, my job was to ride the rake and manuver the levers so the hay was left in a straight line. Dad and Mom would come back with the wagon. Dad had to drive the tractor, and she was on the wagon. My brother and I would throw the hay up and Mom would stack it so it would not fall off. There was a pulley system, so it could be hauled up into the haymow in the barn. One time the bolt, where the seat was hooked onto the frame broke, sending me forward. I hit my head on the tractor and the hayrake ran over me. I remember my Dad jumping off the tractor and running back to where I was laying on the ground. with the look of panic on his face. We used to tease him about him worrying what Mom was going to say.

How the farm came to be

My Dad and Mom were on a drive into the country one Sunday. They passed the farm and saw it was for sale. the road was just a dirt road with grass growing up in the middle. They went back to see it again in a few days, after talking it over, and couldn’t remember how they got there. Back in 1944, apparently there were no names to the roads.Mac 1