Our land is high in the mountains, away from the rivers and flat fertile valleys. As such, so I am told, it was never settled by the indians. We’ve never seen any sign of Native American settlements.
It wasn’t until the, some might say foolish, English bought plots of 100 acres each, sight unseen, in the 1700’s that people came to live here in these mountains. Many of those plots were steep mountains and marshes that the English folk were probably unfamiliar with and made for rather hard farming.
In the 1800’s this became sheep country – much of the land was cleared for grazing and hay. We see the signs of that clearly in the stone walls, trees, foundations and spring development. There was an entire village in our valley in the 1800’s going in to the 1900’s. Our old farm house is the last building standing from that time. At some point even our house, then called The Old Maid’s Place, got abandoned for human habitation. Sheep were sheltered here, in the house, for a couple of decades.
Our stone walls were a maze of broken barbed wire when we arrived. We’re still clearing up pieces as we find them, digging them out of the soil and from between rocks, discovering them with the chainsaw in old trees.
In 1985 electricity came to our valley. And there in lies the puzzle. Mr. Moody who kept the sheep here during the mid-1900’s didn’t have electricity so he would not have used electric fencing or porcelain insulators. So who did?
My best guess is Lloyd Hutchins, the gentleman we bought our land from, installed it for the two ponies that he kept here at his summer cottage, the farm house, for his grandchildren. One more found item from the history of this old land.
Outdoors: 51°F/29°F Sunny
Tiny Cottage: 64°F/60°F
Daily Spark: “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’” –Fred Rogers