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Our baby black ram has survived so far. His sister was killed by coyotes before she saw her second day.  We moved Samson and his ma into an enclosed stall for a few days.  Now they are out and about.  We had three other lambs born last week, but they were too weak — very small and did not last more than a day.  Let’s hope Samson avoids the dangers and grows strong!

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Finally, after nearly 8 weeks of waiting, many of them without access to the second bathroom, kitchen or laundry facilities, we have our new/old kitchen. The goal was to restore what was the old butchering or workroom into a kitchen with a rustic 1800s feel.  Our former kitchen became a full bath and laundry room. We also restored the summer kitchen portion of the home into a mudroom. The results…

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One of our smokehouse apples from the Christian Baker Farm.

One of our smokehouse apples from the Christian Baker Farm.

We’ve been living here for over two years.  This is the third autumn — and the third time we noticed the apples on the big apple tree in the upper field.  The first two years, we assumed the smallish apples — mostly green in color — were likely crab apples and not suitable for eating.  This year, they had a beautiful red sheen to them!  We had friends over who mentioned the tree as we were picking persimmons (we’ve had a bumper crop of these sweet orange nodules this year).  So, we all walked up to the upper field and sampled some apples.  They were fantastic — crisp, slightly tart, and very sweet — simply delicious!  I immediately had visions of apple tarts and apple pies and apple sauce and apple slices with pork and apple —- well an apple orchard!

This past week I ordered two fruit pickers which arrived in the mail within four days.  Today, Sunday, Abbey, Taylor, Tammi and I headed to the upper field to pick our treasure.  Tammi was to keep our ram, Coal, at bay. Abbey scaled the tree and used her picker from on high with great results.  Taylor collected what Abbey and I were able to pluck from the tree.  While more than half of the fruit was partially rotten or holed by bugs, we still retrieved a couple dozen good specimens.

“We’ll have to get to them earlier next year,” declared Tammi, while I checked out the results.  “Why are you keeping so many bad ones?”

“I’m going to extract the seeds,” I said.

Earlier in the week I had contacted the prior owner, Glen Sarvis, who told me these were smokehouse apples.  I googled the variety to discover these were apples native to Lancaster County, first identified in the 1830s.  Could these legacy apples have been brought by the Bakers when they migrated across the river to these environs from Lancaster?  I decided to make every effort to grow a number of these native Pennsylvania apples – favored by our Dunkard forebearers.

 

 

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Abbey cleaning her harvest.

Daughter Abbey dropped by this Labor Day.  Taylor was not feeling well, so her younger sister came alone. Typically, the dynamic changes quite a bit when it is one-on-one. Rather than letting me watch my Phillies game (they happened to be throwing a combined no-hitter at the Braves!) — she wanted to do something outside. Given how rare it is for our children to ever want to venture outside, I was thrilled at the opportunity and leaped from my comfy sofa to oblige.

I first took her to the lower field to see the remaining mega-pumpkins, still growing in the two patches.  “Wow!  They are huge!” she exclaimed. “Dad, show me the fruit trees.”

So, we walked to the young saplings and discussed when they might bear some fruit. “Someday I want to have a house with fruit trees,” she said.

I then took her to the grape arbor to see what remained after Tammi’s picking last week.  Lo and behold, there were tons of grapes!  Abbey picked one and asked if it needed to be washed. “No,” I said, “these are natural and organic — no pesticides to wash off.” I then popped one in my mouth and discovered a most pleasant sweet taste — like grape Kool-Aid.

“Dad, can we pick a bunch?” Abbey asked. “I want to make grape juice.”

“Absolutely!” I exclaimed, and went to fetch a basket.  We then spent the next quater hour filling it with bunches of ripe purple grapes.

After it was filled, we went to the porch and commenced to mash enough of them to make several glasses of juice. Abbey made sure no seeds or husks remained. We then poured three glasses and shared it with Tammi.

“Hmmmm, this is really good!” said Abbey, “Maybe we can make some wine!”

I held that thought as we returned to the living room to watch the conclusion of baseball history.  Indeed, the last place Phillies had no-hit the Braves — Hamels for 6, then Diekman, Giles and Papelbon for an inning each. 7-0 Philadelphia!  A great day all around!

After I took Abbey home, I grabbed the container full of husks, stems and seeds and headed to the stone wall where we had smashed pumpkins and been gifted with a pumpkin patch.  I found a wide bare spot and spread the grape remains around, imagining the emergence of vines next spring.  I’ll build arbors here, I thought.

Three glasses-worth of free-squeezed grape juice

Three glasses-worth of free-squeezed grape juice

 

"Hmmm this is good! Maybe we can make wine!"

“Hmmm this is good! Maybe we can make wine!”

accidental bountyA few months ago, Tammi announced the rapid growth of some vines along the old stone wall where we had smashed our pumpkins and gourds last Fall.

“Must be pumpkin vines!” I declared.

The ever-creeping vines eventually took over most of the patch near the wall, encroaching on our young fruit trees.  I was worried they might engulf the saplings, looking like something out of Invasion of the Body Snatchers.  They were greatly helped by the large amount of sheep manure removed from the sheep stall and dumped on the patch after the smashing.  For weeks, we proudly watched the little green orbs grow and then gradually turn to orange.  When the vines started to die this week, we decided it was time to harvest!

Also found in the patch were a small number of gourds.

Meanwhile, Tammi also tended to the grape arbor and pulled off a bucket full of ripe beauties.  They are very sweet.  The summer has been somewhat cool and there has been plenty of rain!

We’ll keep you posted on the pumpkins — most likely to be decorated by the kids and placed about the wrap-around porch.

 

 

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These just in…

Two of the cats --Simon (the porch cat) and Momma Cat (a barn cat)

Two of the cats –Simon (the porch cat) and Momma Cat (a barn cat)

fancies

Our “fancy” chicks are growing!

goats

Ginnie, Hermione and their mother Myrtle — nubian goats

sheep

Our sheep — Coal — the black ram and the flock of Scottish Highlands

The log walls are revealed after the brick was removed.

The log walls are revealed after the brick was removed.

Recently, the former owner of the property, Glen Sarvis, shared with us some photos of renovations to the main house back in the 1980s.  Underneath the brick on the southwestern wall of the house, a two-story log structure was discovered.  This building appears to be very similar to the Frankenberger Tavern in downtown Mechanicsburg. Research at the Cumberland Valley Historical Society revealed that a two-story log house was on the property during the 1790 census, predating the purchase of the farm by Daniel Baker in the early 1800s.  More research is necessary to ascertain an approximate date for the initial settlement on the property, but it is very likely between 1775 and 1790.  Regardless, it is fascinating to imagine how the farm looked when George Washington was president!

According to the 1810 Census:

Name: Daniel Baker
Home in 1810 (City, County, State): Allen, Cumberland, Pennsylvania
Free White Persons – Males – Under 10: 3
Free White Persons – Males – 10 thru 15: 1
Free White Persons – Males – 16 thru 25: 1
Free White Persons – Males – 45 and over: 1
Free White Persons – Females – Under 10: 3
Free White Persons – Females – 10 thru 15: 1
Free White Persons – Females – 45 and over : 1
Number of Household Members Under 16: 8
Number of Household Members Over 25: 2
Number of Household Members: 11

 

According to the 1820 Census:

Name: John Baker
Home in 1820 (City, County, State): Allen, Cumberland, Pennsylvania
Enumeration Date: August 7, 1820
Free White Persons – Males – Under 10: 2
Free White Persons – Males – 26 thru 44: 1
Free White Persons – Females – Under 10: 1
Free White Persons – Females – 10 thru 15: 1
Free White Persons – Females – 26 thru 44: 1
Number of Persons – Engaged in Agriculture: 1
Free White Persons – Under 16: 4
Free White Persons – Over 25: 2
Total Free White Persons: 6
Total All Persons – White, Slaves, Colored, Other: 6

According to the 1850 Census:

Name Age
Christian Baker 35
John Baker 6
Susannah Baker 4
John S Baker 60
Susan Baker 58
Mary Baker 27

 

Close up of the log - mortar still evident

Close up of the log – mortar still evident

 

 

 

 

 

According to the 1870 Census:

Name Age
Christian Baker 54
John Baker 25
Susan Baker 23
Isaac Eichelberger 23
Leah Kline 23