Each Autumn, the farm celebrates it's German Heritage and recreates the daily life of early German immigrants who settled this area in the early 19th century. After having arrived, one is transported at least for the day back to life on an early farm...quite different than our farms of the day.
The air is filled with the earthen smells of fire-pits and musky leaves that had begun to fall. Everything about this life was natural...from the soap made of burnt fireplace ashes to the leather harness used for the horses at the sorghum mill. No internet here...communication was by the neighborly word of mouth. News from the outside world was delivered daily by the stagecoach drivers during their brief stopovers at the inn a few miles away.