A Lone Silo

As our temps continue to drop, the more heavy the air has become to where a person could almost reach out and feel its thickness. There’s no question it’s going to be a cold one tomorrow morning. I was a little annoyed when seeing snow flurries this morning, but fortunately we had only a light dusting.

My Saturday started a little later than normal due to having some runnings around scheduled before settling in for the day. With no client or customer appointments this morning, pretty much all I had to do was get myself prepared for three showings over in Nora Springs this afternoon. The rest of those hours were spent catching up on reading and putzing around with all those things which normally get pushed to my back burner.

I did spend about an hour skating around on YouTube’s site and looking up several other popular videos which are pretty much near-daily reality clips regarding life in the country. The one that was highly recommended is called, “Arms Family Homestead” which is so popular to where the husband that started it is now knocking down nearly a half million dollars a year from the advertising revenues YouTube adds to his videos.

There were two of “Arms” videos I watched which really didn’t trip my trigger, but of course I could tell much of it all was staged for viewer interest. I couldn’t believe they actually showed the trapping and then grilling of a raccoon, and the craziest part of it, was showing his son eating it and saying it was good. I dare say I’d have to be near starving before I’d eat raccoon meat. Every time I see or hear of someone cooking one, resurrects a memory back to the time when I was young and visiting an uncle of mine who was into eating just about any wild animal that either swam, crawled, or flew. To this day I’ll never forget seeing him open his oven door and showing my mother a raccoon on its back with its appendages spread-eagled. Just the mell of it was cause enough to get me running. I’m sure they all thought my reaction was a good laugh.

He also used to brag about how good he was at trapping snapping turtles in our area rivers, which he would also butcher to make his prized turtle soup. To this day, I’ve never had the opportunity to have turtle soup which I’ve heard, if prepared right, is very good. As chance would have it, I knew an old gent who was a maniac about trapping turtles with his homemade wire cages. Now that I’m speaking about it, I’ll have to go online to see just exactly what they use for bait, and their methods of trapping them.

Isn’t it funny how so many who eat those wild critters, always say whatever’s on their “wild menu”, plate has a taste similar to chicken. Now if a baking raccoon tastes anything like it smells while cooking, there’s no way it would taste anything like a fowl.

When the hour was nearing my drive over to Nora Springs, I decided to leave a little early so to stop and take a few much-needed photos to share with you. I managed to get one good one before I arrived, and then afterwards, I stair-stepped about four gravel roads on my way back. I did end up with five good shots worthy of posting. These stark winter landscapes always seem to visually offer golden kernels of comfort.

Much to my disgust, two of the three properties I showed were un-shoveled and without heat. I can’t imagine why any seller would want to winterize a property for sale, as most don’t realize they always feel colder on the inside than out. Oh well, we managed to get thru them, and by the time we walked out of the last, my hands and feet were beginning to grow numb from the cold. It wasn’t a day I would’ve considered appropriate to show freezing-cold properties.

I think the buyers were impressed by my having pointed out vintage and unique features of several of them. We discovered a square nail sticking out of one of the basement floor joists which excited the buyer enough to where she took a photo of it with her cell phone. Yes, finding a 140+ year old nail in these times is pretty rare. I did bristle a bit when reading the detail sheet created by the listing agent, which stated the structure was built in 1940. Really? After recognizing a number of 1880’s original features it contained, I’d say whomever posted that date, was at least 60 years off. Yes, just one more example of garbage in, and garbage out.

After visiting with my agent Brandon Neve this afternoon about an un-called for happening with an out-of-town agent, I considered it just just one more confirmation of how the mentalities of some Realtors in North Iowa remind me of the “Wild, Wild, West”, which I not so kiddingly refer to our northern Counties as being the “Wild, Wild, North”. But, I reminded him, ever in time, what goes around, comes around to where sooner or later those naughty monkeys get their much-deserved comeuppances.

Since I’ve done a good deal of business over the years in Worth and Winnebgo Counties, I’m going to be putting the word out that Brandon has a pre-approved buyer looking for an acreage in either one of those Counties. With that said, should any of you even think you know someone who’s considered selling their country homesites, please have them give our office a call because it would likely be just what his buyer’s looking for.

The above photo is one I took today which I considered hauntingly beautiful, but also a sad reminder of our area’s golden age of farming. A lone silo which today appeared more as medieval dark tower, was the only remainder of a once productive working farm. Do you think our young will ever return to such wholesome farm life to rear their young? I personally thank my parents for offering me the opportunity to have the best formative years to be had. Let’s all hope our times will start changing for the better.

Tonight’s One-liner is: Most humans have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.

Joe Chodur

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