PitbullMidwest
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I became a land owner the old fashion way, I married into it! /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
How did you become a land owner?
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PitbullMidwest
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I became a land owner the old fashion way, I married into it! /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
3RRL
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You want the long story or short?
Like so many others, I always wanted a piece of land to call my own. Large and secluded enough that I could shoot on it, farm or raise animals, have a tractor or do pretty much what I wanted. Well, that's not easy to do here in CA unless you have big bucks.
So I went to my 35th High School reunion after 2 failed marriages. I re-met Loretta there and we started dating and married a year after that. We had known each other since the 7th grade but never dated or new each other well. After Hi School, she went her way and I went mine. After all this time, come to find out she wanted the same thing. Years ago I started to buy rural land in Dunsmuir, CA but had never been there...It's a ¼ acre only, but a start. I never did buy anything more until I met Loretta again. We decided to take a trip to visit my little parcel in Dunsmuir and after that made our way home through Sequoia National Park. As you exit the park on the South border, there is a little town there called Three Rivers. We stayed the night in a motel and drove around the area and immediately fell in love with it. We decided to look online about the town and hired a real estate person.
At first we were looking at buying a small 5 to 7 acre parcel with a small home on it but soon realized we could not retire yet nor move up there right away. As we drove by some land for sale we stopped to look at it instead. We came back several times and decided to buy it now and build on it later when we retire. It's only 27 acres but has been land-locked bordered by the BLM and a small ravine that kept everything out and wildlife in. We purchased it even before we got married. That was in 2003.
Like so many others, I always wanted a piece of land to call my own. Large and secluded enough that I could shoot on it, farm or raise animals, have a tractor or do pretty much what I wanted. Well, that's not easy to do here in CA unless you have big bucks.
So I went to my 35th High School reunion after 2 failed marriages. I re-met Loretta there and we started dating and married a year after that. We had known each other since the 7th grade but never dated or new each other well. After Hi School, she went her way and I went mine. After all this time, come to find out she wanted the same thing. Years ago I started to buy rural land in Dunsmuir, CA but had never been there...It's a ¼ acre only, but a start. I never did buy anything more until I met Loretta again. We decided to take a trip to visit my little parcel in Dunsmuir and after that made our way home through Sequoia National Park. As you exit the park on the South border, there is a little town there called Three Rivers. We stayed the night in a motel and drove around the area and immediately fell in love with it. We decided to look online about the town and hired a real estate person.
At first we were looking at buying a small 5 to 7 acre parcel with a small home on it but soon realized we could not retire yet nor move up there right away. As we drove by some land for sale we stopped to look at it instead. We came back several times and decided to buy it now and build on it later when we retire. It's only 27 acres but has been land-locked bordered by the BLM and a small ravine that kept everything out and wildlife in. We purchased it even before we got married. That was in 2003.
3RRL
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You want the long story or short?
Like so many others, I always wanted a piece of land to call my own. Large and secluded enough that I could shoot on it, farm or raise animals, have a tractor or do pretty much what I wanted. Well, that's not easy to do here in CA unless you have big bucks.
So I went to my 35th High School reunion after 2 failed marriages. I re-met Loretta there and we started dating and married a year after that. We had known each other since the 7th grade but never dated or new each other well. After Hi School, she went her way and I went mine. After all this time, come to find out she wanted the same thing. Years ago I started to buy rural land in Dunsmuir, CA but had never been there...It's a ¼ acre only, but a start. I never did buy anything more until I met Loretta again. We decided to take a trip to visit my little parcel in Dunsmuir and after that made our way home through Sequoia National Park. As you exit the park on the South border, there is a little town there called Three Rivers. We stayed the night in a motel and drove around the area and immediately fell in love with it. We decided to look online about the town and hired a real estate person.
At first we were looking at buying a small 5 to 7 acre parcel with a small home on it but soon realized we could not retire yet nor move up there right away. As we drove by some land for sale we stopped to look at it instead. We came back several times and decided to buy it now and build on it later when we retire. It's only 27 acres but has been land-locked bordered by the BLM and a small ravine that kept everything out and wildlife in. We purchased it even before we got married. That was in 2003.
Like so many others, I always wanted a piece of land to call my own. Large and secluded enough that I could shoot on it, farm or raise animals, have a tractor or do pretty much what I wanted. Well, that's not easy to do here in CA unless you have big bucks.
So I went to my 35th High School reunion after 2 failed marriages. I re-met Loretta there and we started dating and married a year after that. We had known each other since the 7th grade but never dated or new each other well. After Hi School, she went her way and I went mine. After all this time, come to find out she wanted the same thing. Years ago I started to buy rural land in Dunsmuir, CA but had never been there...It's a ¼ acre only, but a start. I never did buy anything more until I met Loretta again. We decided to take a trip to visit my little parcel in Dunsmuir and after that made our way home through Sequoia National Park. As you exit the park on the South border, there is a little town there called Three Rivers. We stayed the night in a motel and drove around the area and immediately fell in love with it. We decided to look online about the town and hired a real estate person.
At first we were looking at buying a small 5 to 7 acre parcel with a small home on it but soon realized we could not retire yet nor move up there right away. As we drove by some land for sale we stopped to look at it instead. We came back several times and decided to buy it now and build on it later when we retire. It's only 27 acres but has been land-locked bordered by the BLM and a small ravine that kept everything out and wildlife in. We purchased it even before we got married. That was in 2003.
qstott
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In the 1700's my family was given a land grant from King George of England. It was for several hundred acres. I have seen the original document ( unfortunately it seems to have dissapeard when a distant relative was doing some family history research at my mothers home.)
As children were born the land became more and more divided as it was past from generation to generation. I don't think I know of anyone in the extended family ever selling any of it unless it was to another member of the family.
My share now is about 100 acres. I have two grown children who understand very well the concept of the "family" farm. The is an understanding that above all else, the family farm remains in the family.
It is a true pleasure to walk around the woods or fields and think about my grandfather and his grandfather plowing these fields with mules. Walking the same dirt that they put so much hard work in.
The early property line descriptions are interesting. "A line running northeast from the white oak tree to the beaver dam for a distance of xxx feet," etc.
I grew up in a very special time. I remember when we (and a sharecropper) owned 8 mules. "Bob" and "Nellie" are the only two names I remember. They outlasted the others by a few years. I've plowed with a mule, though only in the garden. I've trucked tobacco with a mule. I was taught that is was easier to carry two five gallon buckets of water to water the animals that to only carry one. (try it sometime, one in each hand, or just one in one hand) I remember the first tractor my grandfather bought. A used Farmall Cub Cadet. He was a humble man, but that was the proudest day of his life when they delivered the Cub. A few years passed, and he upgraded to a great big "Super A"!! That was all the tractor we ever had for 100 acres.
I knew I would build a house of the farm when I grew up, and I did. I like to tell people that ask how I chose my vocation, that I drove to town and walked in the door of the closest business to the farm and asked for a job. My work is 6 miles away. (There's more to it than that, but It makes for a good story).
And thats the long version! /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
As children were born the land became more and more divided as it was past from generation to generation. I don't think I know of anyone in the extended family ever selling any of it unless it was to another member of the family.
My share now is about 100 acres. I have two grown children who understand very well the concept of the "family" farm. The is an understanding that above all else, the family farm remains in the family.
It is a true pleasure to walk around the woods or fields and think about my grandfather and his grandfather plowing these fields with mules. Walking the same dirt that they put so much hard work in.
The early property line descriptions are interesting. "A line running northeast from the white oak tree to the beaver dam for a distance of xxx feet," etc.
I grew up in a very special time. I remember when we (and a sharecropper) owned 8 mules. "Bob" and "Nellie" are the only two names I remember. They outlasted the others by a few years. I've plowed with a mule, though only in the garden. I've trucked tobacco with a mule. I was taught that is was easier to carry two five gallon buckets of water to water the animals that to only carry one. (try it sometime, one in each hand, or just one in one hand) I remember the first tractor my grandfather bought. A used Farmall Cub Cadet. He was a humble man, but that was the proudest day of his life when they delivered the Cub. A few years passed, and he upgraded to a great big "Super A"!! That was all the tractor we ever had for 100 acres.
I knew I would build a house of the farm when I grew up, and I did. I like to tell people that ask how I chose my vocation, that I drove to town and walked in the door of the closest business to the farm and asked for a job. My work is 6 miles away. (There's more to it than that, but It makes for a good story).
And thats the long version! /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
qstott
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In the 1700's my family was given a land grant from King George of England. It was for several hundred acres. I have seen the original document ( unfortunately it seems to have dissapeard when a distant relative was doing some family history research at my mothers home.)
As children were born the land became more and more divided as it was past from generation to generation. I don't think I know of anyone in the extended family ever selling any of it unless it was to another member of the family.
My share now is about 100 acres. I have two grown children who understand very well the concept of the "family" farm. The is an understanding that above all else, the family farm remains in the family.
It is a true pleasure to walk around the woods or fields and think about my grandfather and his grandfather plowing these fields with mules. Walking the same dirt that they put so much hard work in.
The early property line descriptions are interesting. "A line running northeast from the white oak tree to the beaver dam for a distance of xxx feet," etc.
I grew up in a very special time. I remember when we (and a sharecropper) owned 8 mules. "Bob" and "Nellie" are the only two names I remember. They outlasted the others by a few years. I've plowed with a mule, though only in the garden. I've trucked tobacco with a mule. I was taught that is was easier to carry two five gallon buckets of water to water the animals that to only carry one. (try it sometime, one in each hand, or just one in one hand) I remember the first tractor my grandfather bought. A used Farmall Cub Cadet. He was a humble man, but that was the proudest day of his life when they delivered the Cub. A few years passed, and he upgraded to a great big "Super A"!! That was all the tractor we ever had for 100 acres.
I knew I would build a house of the farm when I grew up, and I did. I like to tell people that ask how I chose my vocation, that I drove to town and walked in the door of the closest business to the farm and asked for a job. My work is 6 miles away. (There's more to it than that, but It makes for a good story).
And thats the long version! /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
As children were born the land became more and more divided as it was past from generation to generation. I don't think I know of anyone in the extended family ever selling any of it unless it was to another member of the family.
My share now is about 100 acres. I have two grown children who understand very well the concept of the "family" farm. The is an understanding that above all else, the family farm remains in the family.
It is a true pleasure to walk around the woods or fields and think about my grandfather and his grandfather plowing these fields with mules. Walking the same dirt that they put so much hard work in.
The early property line descriptions are interesting. "A line running northeast from the white oak tree to the beaver dam for a distance of xxx feet," etc.
I grew up in a very special time. I remember when we (and a sharecropper) owned 8 mules. "Bob" and "Nellie" are the only two names I remember. They outlasted the others by a few years. I've plowed with a mule, though only in the garden. I've trucked tobacco with a mule. I was taught that is was easier to carry two five gallon buckets of water to water the animals that to only carry one. (try it sometime, one in each hand, or just one in one hand) I remember the first tractor my grandfather bought. A used Farmall Cub Cadet. He was a humble man, but that was the proudest day of his life when they delivered the Cub. A few years passed, and he upgraded to a great big "Super A"!! That was all the tractor we ever had for 100 acres.
I knew I would build a house of the farm when I grew up, and I did. I like to tell people that ask how I chose my vocation, that I drove to town and walked in the door of the closest business to the farm and asked for a job. My work is 6 miles away. (There's more to it than that, but It makes for a good story).
And thats the long version! /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif
ToadHill
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In 1982 we had saved some money for a down payment on a new house and put our home on the market. We didn't find anyone who wanted to buy the house only several who wanted to steal it.
We decided to fix it up and look for some land. My wife always enjoyed time spent on her uncle's farm and I had spent 3 summers working on a dairy farm.
My father had a place about 65 miles from us and we spoke to a friend of his about any land he knew of that was for sale. He worked with a guy who had 2.5 acres. We looked at it and bought it. He'd lived on it for only 3 years and his wife wanted to move back into town. He'd drilled a well, run electric, put in a septic system and only wanted $3,000.
We got to know the farmer who had all the land around ours and bit by bit we bought 88 more acres from him. Several years before we bought the last 65 acres I had rebuilt the engine on his Massey Ferguson 85. When we closed the deal on the last piece he told me to take the Massey and park it in my barn, if he ever needed it he'd know where to come to get it.
The old 8N worked well on the first 25 acres but the biger tractor made work a lot easier when we added the last 65.
We decided to fix it up and look for some land. My wife always enjoyed time spent on her uncle's farm and I had spent 3 summers working on a dairy farm.
My father had a place about 65 miles from us and we spoke to a friend of his about any land he knew of that was for sale. He worked with a guy who had 2.5 acres. We looked at it and bought it. He'd lived on it for only 3 years and his wife wanted to move back into town. He'd drilled a well, run electric, put in a septic system and only wanted $3,000.
We got to know the farmer who had all the land around ours and bit by bit we bought 88 more acres from him. Several years before we bought the last 65 acres I had rebuilt the engine on his Massey Ferguson 85. When we closed the deal on the last piece he told me to take the Massey and park it in my barn, if he ever needed it he'd know where to come to get it.
The old 8N worked well on the first 25 acres but the biger tractor made work a lot easier when we added the last 65.
ToadHill
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In 1982 we had saved some money for a down payment on a new house and put our home on the market. We didn't find anyone who wanted to buy the house only several who wanted to steal it.
We decided to fix it up and look for some land. My wife always enjoyed time spent on her uncle's farm and I had spent 3 summers working on a dairy farm.
My father had a place about 65 miles from us and we spoke to a friend of his about any land he knew of that was for sale. He worked with a guy who had 2.5 acres. We looked at it and bought it. He'd lived on it for only 3 years and his wife wanted to move back into town. He'd drilled a well, run electric, put in a septic system and only wanted $3,000.
We got to know the farmer who had all the land around ours and bit by bit we bought 88 more acres from him. Several years before we bought the last 65 acres I had rebuilt the engine on his Massey Ferguson 85. When we closed the deal on the last piece he told me to take the Massey and park it in my barn, if he ever needed it he'd know where to come to get it.
The old 8N worked well on the first 25 acres but the biger tractor made work a lot easier when we added the last 65.
We decided to fix it up and look for some land. My wife always enjoyed time spent on her uncle's farm and I had spent 3 summers working on a dairy farm.
My father had a place about 65 miles from us and we spoke to a friend of his about any land he knew of that was for sale. He worked with a guy who had 2.5 acres. We looked at it and bought it. He'd lived on it for only 3 years and his wife wanted to move back into town. He'd drilled a well, run electric, put in a septic system and only wanted $3,000.
We got to know the farmer who had all the land around ours and bit by bit we bought 88 more acres from him. Several years before we bought the last 65 acres I had rebuilt the engine on his Massey Ferguson 85. When we closed the deal on the last piece he told me to take the Massey and park it in my barn, if he ever needed it he'd know where to come to get it.
The old 8N worked well on the first 25 acres but the biger tractor made work a lot easier when we added the last 65.
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Went to an auction sale in 96. Was there less than an hour and had purchased 30 acres and a house. Several years later, built a pole barn and sold the house off with an acre and a half.
Two years ago last January, purchased an additional 46 and half acres that are across the road and 660 feet away. Started a 40 acre garden and now a lot of work and hours for about seven months of the year. But the farmers market is something to do and everyone has to do something, even if it is a big cash drain for a few years. /forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif
Two years ago last January, purchased an additional 46 and half acres that are across the road and 660 feet away. Started a 40 acre garden and now a lot of work and hours for about seven months of the year. But the farmers market is something to do and everyone has to do something, even if it is a big cash drain for a few years. /forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif
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Went to an auction sale in 96. Was there less than an hour and had purchased 30 acres and a house. Several years later, built a pole barn and sold the house off with an acre and a half.
Two years ago last January, purchased an additional 46 and half acres that are across the road and 660 feet away. Started a 40 acre garden and now a lot of work and hours for about seven months of the year. But the farmers market is something to do and everyone has to do something, even if it is a big cash drain for a few years. /forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif
Two years ago last January, purchased an additional 46 and half acres that are across the road and 660 feet away. Started a 40 acre garden and now a lot of work and hours for about seven months of the year. But the farmers market is something to do and everyone has to do something, even if it is a big cash drain for a few years. /forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif
