Friday, March 28, 2008

Lane leading to the fields from Grandpa Wasden's farmstead.

The irrigation ditch from the canal is on the left; the lane where farm equipment was moved to the fields is by the ditch.  The Jackson Fork (for lifting hay from wagons and stacking it on the haystacks) is faintly visible, along with the hay stack; it looks like a straw pile in the middle of the photo since whatever is there is piled over the pole fence, which would never be allowed if it was hay. The building in the distance on the right is the tractor shed.  Grandpa's farmstead was like a small kingdom; he built a building or a structure for everything.  Note the fenceposts:  there were no store-bought fence posts on the Wasden farm.  This photo is probably the best of the surviving photos of the Wasden farmstead; I took it with a box brownie camera probably in 1948.  We treasured this farmstead and all of the places to explore and hide.


Elizabeth said...

This is the road that lead to the beet fields at the top of the lane, as well as being the next-to-last lap of getting the milk cows in from pasture in the summertime. Grandpa Wasden's corrals were always a welcome sight, especially on hot summer days. Grandma might be waiting with a glass of cold lemonade, or the comics section of The Deseret News.

Judy said...

Especially on a hot summer day, the sweet smell from the water and the mint and clover growing along the ditch bank was so delicious. This ditch, along with the oasis at the head of fields by the drain ditch, has been my point of visualization during times of stress. If I close my eyes, I can smell that special smell.

Ann said...

Judy, that is my safety spot as well. But there must be kool aid.