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In the fall, select papa trees produce fruit. Racoons love ’em and even some people. I won’t say that they are tasty fare, but they are often referred to as “Missouri bananas” by those with active imaginations. At any rate, it is a quiet occupation t… Read more
It is still on some maps. It was gone before I was a boy (and I ain’t no youngster). A horse and wagon trip to Dixon would take all day and maybe then some. But lots of hill folks walked to Stickney. I am sure you could buy coal oil for your lamps. A… Read more
We are getting that feelin’. No, winter is not over, but neighbors are pouring over seed catalogs. Our resident bald eagles are on their nest below the bluff. We have been visiting old house places back in the timber hereabouts, thinking about how it… Read more
If you had wings and could fly south at Rock Eddy Bluff Farm, you would reach the old Mother Road (Rt. 66) in roughly 12 miles. For those of us who can’t fly across the river, a bridge is required. That puts the mileage at about 25 miles. Today it is… Read more
“I don’t know much,” I tell them. “I can tell you where I see fishermen hang out on the river, the locations where they seem to catch fish. But, since I am such a lousy fisherman myself, you need to know more about it than I do.” In Rock Eddy below t… Read more
Guests often tell us how they yearn to be secluded in the woods away from the holiday frenzy. Rustic, secluded cabins perched in the trees at the end of our wooded lane can provide that escape. We know because we have hidden away in those cabins ours… Read more