Coop's Corner: July 2025

Thursday, July 31, 2025

Bees 'n' Bucks - 2025/07/31

Out the dining room window early this morning.....romping and feeding in the alfalfa.

The video HERE

Took the Summer School kids to the Como Zoo in St. Paul today, I mostly walked around the periphery.

Sunday, July 27, 2025

Pepin Research Day - 2025/07/27

There have been some questions about where one of my uncle's had lived in the Pepin, Wisconsin area back in the mid-60's. Our family of 4 had been there for a visit one autumn Sunday, the one and only time I'd been there. Uncle G and my aunt hadn't stayed living there all that long so none of the remaining family members had really been back either to help nail down exactly which property location the small farm had been on. Numerous attempts over the years to discover/remember have been made by some of us but the maps and plat books that we had easy access to weren't helping very much.....much has changed.

I've done a lot of 'locating' using online plat books for many of my location discoveries but the picking's were slim for Pepin County. But then a month or so ago I found out that their Heritage Center would make their collection of plat books available....with an appointment. So Friday I wrote to ask and received permission for an office visit this morning (Sunday).

I was there at 11 sharp, the intern showed me the room and where the maps were. On the shelf were many of the really old books, normally my favorite but this time I wanted something 70 years old, not 170. 1938, 1958, 1966.....'74, '78, '84, '90.....2003, '21. Somewhere while discovering that the Center had the '60 decade available I was sure that I'd seen numerous editions from the mid-60's but no matter, the 1966 copy had exactly what I needed.

1958.....

1966.....and this one had my prize, the acreage and location of Uncle's small farm. Another family member that I'd been working through the puzzle with mentioned during his long ago, brief visits there that he left him with an impression of a "storybook setting". Based on my one and only visit as a pre-teen, those words seemed a perfect description of how and why of my memory of the place.

1978......much less farming, smaller plots either rented out and/or used for recreation.

2003....

Having found what I'd been looking for I spent some time exploring the museum.

It was a successful hunt for the "storybook setting" of my Aunt and Uncle's farm....and now we know.

Saturday, July 26, 2025

34th Annual Little Log House Antique Power Show - 2025/07/26

I didn't attend last year so I was especially anxious to get back. Our son Ben and his lovely bride Bri spent the past week with us, flew out this morning and before the house got extra quiet again it was a perfect day to go back in time and enjoy some nostalgia.

The Map.....I arrived early, crowds were still light...

So I entered a couple of the buildings near the entrance that get busy and make photos tougher.

Before CDI for sparks....

Lots bigger than my wood lathe....

Communication device on the hay baler....

Seven gangs of two....14 bottoms.

"...Made In Canada...."

I knew of and that there were some very low production, huge, almost one-off tractors built but this brand is new to me. Probably because of its Texas origin?

More mechanisms....

I have no idea of the significance.....

John Deere the Featured brand this year...

It's been a long, long time.....

A lot more walking, a lot more looking but no more photos. I decided to only bring my phone, no other cameras and by this time I was out of battery. A lot of fun with the old stuff, you'd think it would do anything but make me feel refreshed but that's exactly what it does......refreshed through a grounding connection.

Tomorrow I cross the river to do some historical research in Wisconsin's Pierce County Heritage Center, should be fun.

Others say....

"it was auspicious to approach any situation from a deferential, inquisitive place. Conceding that there is much to learn is the best blueprint for discovering something new." ----B. Fuller

The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

"You are Mr. ____". His name sounded strange in her voice, but she went on to tell her own.

"That's what they've called me the last sixty-eight years," he said, looking past her face to the hills fast darkening under a single star. "I reckon the woods are free for those that like to walk there."

The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

Something deeply hidden stirred in him. "There's a stump up there, in the notch of the woods", he said slowly, "that before the timber grew so tall you could stand on it and see all over this country."

He kept still a minute, remembering, then, "I used to stand up there an' look at things, an' wonder how they come to be like they was, an' how the hills was created, an' all the things in Nature.... I told my wife I guessed all the religion I ever had I got standin' on that old stump, a-wonderin'..." He turned his face away from her.

She helped him out. "I know about that, a little. This afternoon I saw......." Her account of a thing she had really taken time to look at eased him, and he answered with telling of the badger den at the foot of the swinging bridge.

When she had gone, he turned to watch her. After a moment she stood clear and unmoving against the sky. You could hear the sounds of the river where she stood. She was one that could stand still long enough, he thought, really to hear what a body was saying, or a river.

Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

Fall was the end of harvest, end of the growing season, a burst of color and sun-warmth before killing frost turned the land gray and cold. Fall was a moody time, full of both life and death, a time when we were reminded of the power outside of us, reminded that the seasons happen to us. We do not invite the change to come.-------Ben Logan, from The Land Remembers

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold onto them. They are the lifeboats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely elusive. So the question becomes or should have been all along, what would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What lifeboat would you grab onto? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? ------- Ben Tyler

We were also cautioned about journeying far from home. As an example of the dangers, the town had a badly crippled lady named Lucy, who as a girl had traveled to New York City. As she traveled along a sidewalk, sightseeing, she was struck by the outstretched hand of a suicide who had leapt from high above. Her spine had been shattered and for the rest of her life, she was to walk bent forward at the waist, tapping the sidewalk with two black canes. Whenever the subject of travel to a big city was raised, someone would say, "Just remember what happened to Miss Tripp." ---- Ted Kooser, from Local Wonders

"Steamboats are like wedding cakes without the complications...." ----Mark Twain

"It's not about having lots of money, it's about having lots of options......." -----Chris Rock

As the very proud father of three former ponytail wearers, hopefully I can get away with this....."For the past few years it's been fashionable for young women to wear ball caps and to snap the strap on the back under their ponytails. I like the looks of that, their shiny ponytails jauntily swinging, but it's hard not to think of the rear ends of horses. There's a piece of harness called the crupper that goes just under a horse's tail to keep its nose down. If the horse lifts its head to look for a way out of whatever predicament it's in, the crupper tightens and hurts the horse. But it's foolish for parents to think that a ball cap might keep a young woman from running away. Anybody can see they're made for running." ------Ted Kooser, Local Wonders

"I tell the guy's girlfriend that the only difference between the book's main character Phaedrus and myself is that I am neither brilliant, tortured or insane, she looks at my bike and there is an uncomfortable silence." --------ahendepe (a.k.a. Vermin)