Needful Things.
I got an email from Mom this weekend. Her and Grandpa are selling my grandparents farm in Oregon. Since my step father Sass died it has been too much to take care of the farm and Grandpa. So somewhere in some paper reads the following;
For Sale By Owner Ranch $255,000
22 + acres lot's of timber, located in southern Oregon . 2 pastures. year around creek. + Spring water + 2 storage tank's. School bus comes right to driveway. located 3 miles from town. 1080 sq ft. cute 2 bedroom + den house, Country kitchen includes working wood burning cook stove, + wired for elect stove. Includes heat pump + a/c fully insulated and ducted. Wood burning stove in living /dining room. Bathroom has walk in double shower W/ safety rails. Walk in pantry in kitchen, and large 2nd Pantry and Laundry room. Large Deck with beautiful view. There are 8 out buildings on prop. including large 1140sq ft split level barn , Guest Cabin w/deck one potting shed, Large 12 X 20' storage shed. 1200 sq ft 2 story Garage/shop, A 16' X 45' green house, small barn, and pump house, plus a 18' X 45' carport. Beautiful, quiet property, lot's of deer, and wild turkey's etc.
It seems really weird too look at these details in this form. Grandpa moved up too Oregon in the late seventies after he retired from Engineer for Lockheed. When he moved we could not understand why he would move away from Los Angeles. One trip up to the Ranch for the summer and Mom was trying to figure out how to move us up there. It was really an amazing place. If you have never been to Oregon, you have to see it. The State is beautiful. The number of colors of green is stunning, infinite variations on just one color. The Ranch sits in the middle of it all.
I remember that was the place I discovered that crawfish are real, and water skipper can not be caught. All the that creek the add mentions. I cut me hand on a nail I was trying to hammer in to a log in front of the workshop. After that tools were off limits. Grandma grew worms (night crawler) in large vats next to the potting shed. This was both the coolest and freakiest thing I have seen at age eleven. I remember sleeping out side for the first time in the hammock next to the deck, on I had slept in a tent but not really out side, like this. I am not sad about them selling it. I just wonder if the people who live there next have an eleven year old.