Ames Hollow Farm is a 150-year old farm in the Connecticut River Valley, built over a hollow that bears the founder’s family name.
My grandparents purchased the farm in the 1940’s and raised their two sons here. Stories about Rosie the cow, Babe the stray dog who wandered into the house and laid his head down on the stove, and the war on snapping turtles punctuate Christmas dinner each year.
In the summer of 2010, after 26 years of life and community in my beloved Oregon, I sold my business, packed up the household and moved east to this wonderful farm, only to discover I know nothing about anything to do with farm life. Every day brings a fresh experience, a new wonder. And my relationships with my family members, all of whom live on this side of our great country, have blossomed beyond my wildest dreams.
Here are some stories for your amusement.