Our Philosophy

In the fall of 2005 I was sitting on a stump on land that my
father's father's father bought soon after the Great War. A piece
of land that has given my family food, shelter, and vocation for
several generations. A piece of land that, like many others long
since sold to corporations or put under concrete, was a home for
the family farm. Children's books still depict it and people who
have never set foot on one know it. Neighbors helping neighbors,
working in the weather and in spite of it, and the core of the
family farm - the family. Times were hard, with back breaking
work, disappointment, and struggle that shadowed daily life. The
people of that time faced challenges with perseverance,
community fellowship, and a constitution as strong as their
plows. The family farm is a true icon from one of the best times in
our nation's history.

As I sat on that stump I pined on the fact that the family farm is
gone and never coming back. A few feet away was a fence that
had seen it all. It had seen the old dirt road and its travelers.
When the township rerouted the road it became a pasture and
line fence - well maintained and strong by my grandfather's hand.
As time passed and his sons began to move off the farm the fence
began to become overgrown. Eventually the pasture went away
as storms and fallen trees began to break its back. Now the field
on the other side of that fence has been developed. The fence is still
there - broken and rusty, bent and worn out.

That fence brings my heart sadness and joy. Sadness in the fact
that a big piece of me is and my upbringing is gone. Joy in the
fact that I have been able to catch a glimpse into the past
goodness of a time and people we can preserve in our hearts and
minds.

It is with this in mind that we bring you our line of products. A
line of products that we sincerely hope will link you to your near
or distant past and bring back only the best of memories.

Thank you for visiting us. We hope you stop by often and visit.
We look forward to hearing from you.

Best of regards,