The two wonderful people that made this all possible - we love you, Mom & Dad!Our 2008 Reunion was held at the Dry Farm about 20 miles east of Idaho Falls. We spent our summers growing up at the dry farm - we lived in a railroad box car that my parents had renovated. They added windows, curtains, and I remember large gray and pink floral wall paper on the walls . . . and oh, yes there was some plumbing - at least to the kitchen sink and the shower that was added on out on the porch . . . we still had to make a run for the outhouse when nature called. But I loved our summers at the dryfarm.
Here, Charlie and Ray are checking out the old boxcar . . .
The dry farm is a beautiful, peaceful place set among the aspen trees - I love the rustle and shimmer of the aspens. And the water there is the best - fresh and cold, straight from the spring. I know it was tons of work for my parents to keep up with two homes. . . I am still amazed at my mother - we would spend the week days up at the dry farm cooking for all the men (this included three meals plus taking an afternoon snack out to them in the fields every day), taking care of the garden that was there, plus all the care that four children take . . . then load up and go down to the valley, usually Friday afternoons. Mom would have loads of laundry to do, a huge garden and lawn to weed and water, we would shop for groceries and take care of other essential tasks, re-pack everything and head back up to the hills early Monday morning. But as a child, I loved it up at the dry farm - there was so much to explore, so many things to see and do, tons of great places to play~ we had a great playhouse in the trees, the sheds with all the tractors, tools and equipment, the barns and the horses, the spring house and acres and acres of rolling hills explore on horseback and in the old jeep . . . so it was wonderful to go back there with my children and feel the love I still have for that beautiful ground that my grandfather homesteaded for his family a hundred years ago.
The dry farm is a beautiful, peaceful place set among the aspen trees - I love the rustle and shimmer of the aspens. And the water there is the best - fresh and cold, straight from the spring. I know it was tons of work for my parents to keep up with two homes. . . I am still amazed at my mother - we would spend the week days up at the dry farm cooking for all the men (this included three meals plus taking an afternoon snack out to them in the fields every day), taking care of the garden that was there, plus all the care that four children take . . . then load up and go down to the valley, usually Friday afternoons. Mom would have loads of laundry to do, a huge garden and lawn to weed and water, we would shop for groceries and take care of other essential tasks, re-pack everything and head back up to the hills early Monday morning. But as a child, I loved it up at the dry farm - there was so much to explore, so many things to see and do, tons of great places to play~ we had a great playhouse in the trees, the sheds with all the tractors, tools and equipment, the barns and the horses, the spring house and acres and acres of rolling hills explore on horseback and in the old jeep . . . so it was wonderful to go back there with my children and feel the love I still have for that beautiful ground that my grandfather homesteaded for his family a hundred years ago. 
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