We're Damn Farmers

We felt like we were real farmers today...

cleaning the grapes from our vines

Gonna have some juice in a month

Then Yuula made a cake

I liked her hair

6 mos. pregnant chopping rhubarb with a butcher knife

The family pride

Fresh rhubarb, canned grape juice, apple butter, fresh broccoli and uncooked chicken

carving up our turnips

Never Rub Another Man's Rhubarb

or...

Always plant another woman's

A Day Of Krupps

For our second day in Ohio we spent the morning at the home of the Krupp elders, lifelong farmers and pillars of their dedicatedly Catholic community. Fran & I slept in the basement where this rather out of place painting haunted us the whole night.


After a late breakfast they put us to work in the yard. I could definitely have been a farmer.







After that we headed towards Cheryl's hometown of Genoa to visit her brother Gaylord, his wife Chris & daughter Carrie. We spent an adequate amount of time in their pool, Theresa opened baby gifts, and we had a grande ol' time.







We headed back to Carey to stay at the grandparents house again and on the way spotted a glow off in a distant cornfield and Grandpa Krupp informed us that that was a tractor pull. Naturally we suited up and headed back out even tho it was nearly midnight. Unfortunately we were too early or late for the festivities but we did get our photo taken with the prize that went to the winner of the tractor pull...


... a tractor, naturally.