An investor came to me and wanted to buy the Frisco place. I told him it was not for sale, but he insisted and kept coming back to bargain with me. He finally offered me $850 per acre cash for the place. I had bought the place with owner financing, and ten percent down. Remember, I had paid $395 for the place. After looking at replacement places near McKinney, I found one I liked that was 110 acres with a farmhouse on it and a good barn.
I called the investor, and accepted his offer. We called the new place “Willow Springs Farm,” and enjoyed spending many weekends, and summers there for several years. We were still living at Camelot in the winter. Willow Springs had a nice farmhouse located on it with a big yard and it was a perfect place for us to go to on the weekends and full time in the summer when the kids were out of school.
One disadvantage with the location of Willow Springs was that it was about a mile off the pavement on a dirt road. Several times when it had rained, and Charlotte was on her way to the farm she would slip and slide, and twice she slid off into the ditch and became stuck. We had Joe Bryson, the foreman on the 2000-acre ranch next door, bring his tractor over to pull her out. He was a great neighbor and was always ready to help. When Susie was a senior in high school, I asked Charlotte to move to the farm after Susan went to college. Charlotte said,” If you want me to go to the wilderness with you, we are going to be on a paved road.” End of discussion.
We were a little ahead of the environmentalist in that we had sheep to mow the grass. Let me tell you an amazing story about the habits of sheep. We had to put the sheep in a shed each night, because the wolves had gotten into them and killed several of them when we left them out in the yard at night.
One morning, I went out to let the sheep out of the shed and as I opened the door, a hoe handle fell across the door and landed on a box on the other side of the doorway. That made a bar about ten to fifteen inches off the ground, right across the doorway. The first sheep jumped over the handle before I could remove it. After I had leaned the hoe against the wall of the shed, I stood there in amazement, watching as every one of the remaining sheep came up to the door, one behind the other and each jumped over the imaginary hoe handle that wasn’t there. I thought to myself, “You know, a lot of people are just like that!”
Photo of jumping sheep found here.
Photo of dirt road found here.