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It took only a week for Isaac to find a buyer for his cows, and at a higher price than he had hoped for. He had milked cows since he was a small boy, and he was a bit surprised at how difficult it was to see the last animal walk up the ramp into the cattle truck. It’s one thing to talk about change and how to face it, it’s quite another to experience change first hand, especially when it involves animals that you have loved and cared for since they were little calves. Soon the truck rolled out of the driveway and disappeared down the road. Isaac had out his big red handkerchief and was blowing his nose. “Cattle stirred up lots of dust,” he said. That evening, there were no cows to milk at the Meyer farm. No hay to toss down from the haymow. No straw bedding to spread. No calves to feed. Andy and his dad walked out to the barn after supper, as they had done for as long as Andy could remember . They pulled the barn door open and rather than sense the warmth associated with a building filled with animals, they noticed the barn was cold for the first time. Andy and his dad stood back of where the cows once stood, neither saying anything, and then they went back to the house. Isaac flipped on his favorite new television show, Gunsmoke, for it was Saturday night. 228 31 Mystery Solved 229 Mystery Solved A week later, on December 17, Andy and Amy helped his folks move into their new place in Link Lake, a little bungalow that had a view of the lake and was within easy walking distance of most businesses. Amy and Andy moved furniture from the Stewart place to what would become their new home and even bought a few new pieces with a little of the money Amy had gotten from Harlow. By the time of their wedding on Christmas Day, the Meyer house had taken on a new look. It was now Andy and Amy’s home. Amy wanted it to be special yet have hints of the history associated with both their families. The days flew by for the young couple as they worked on their plans for doing something quite different from what either of their fathers had done. Andy worked at transforming the cattle barn into a retail store where he hoped they could sell jams and jellies, pickles of various kinds, and fresh homegrown vegetables. Of course, all would be grown on their farm and other smaller farms in the community. Both he and Amy spent days sweeping and scrubbing the upper part of the barn, where hay had been stored for the cattle. They planned to make this huge space available for wedding receptions , polka dances, and anniversary and birthday parties. Finding a name for their operation proved more difficult than they had anticipated. They scrapped several early attempts, “Meyer-Stewart Vegetable Farm,” “Homegrown Vegetable Farm,” and several other equally bad names. Finally they agreed on “Rose Hill Farm Market,” after the country school that they had both attended. On a sunny day in mid-March, with the winter’s snow melted and the frost out of the ground, a crew of workers from the H. H. Harlow Company set in posts and nailed up boards to enclose the entire thousand-acre former Stewart farm with a white board fence. Every few hundred yards, the workers erected signs that read, “H. H. Harlow Experimental Farms. No Trespassing.” That same day, Amy and Andy sat at their kitchen table with seed catalogs spread in front of them. They were making a list of vegetables that they believed would attract people to their farm— people who wanted to buy homegrown vegetables that were sold where they were grown. Or, people would have the option of picking the vegetables themselves—green beans, peas, onions, sweet corn, beets, rutabagas, potatoes, and of course cucumbers. Amy also wanted to grow pumpkins for jack-o-lanterns. Additionally, the young couple listed several varieties of strawberries and raspberries they planned to grow, along with several kinds of apple trees. It would take a few years for the various fruits to become established, especially the apples. Andy had just returned from the mailbox when the phone rang. Amy answered it. “It’s for you, Andy.” “Hello,” Andy said. He listened for a few moments. “I...


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