Today went very well. I stopped into town and got a lot of info to head out with. The main thing a map. I'll tell you another time the name of the place because I left it in the car. Anyway, 2 ladies there gave me pictures of the school and a map of where Grandpa Joe Schiebers farm was. It's a few miles futher north than Togo is and closer to San Clara.
First stop was the spot where the school stood. The energy I was getting from there was awesome! The road to get there is 1 mile south of the road to San Clara. It's called 168th, the parallel line on a map. I quess they couldn't think of a better name but it works well. To get here you travel up hwy 83 to this road and turn west. Go 2 miles, (the roads in here are gravel and set at every mile os it's very easy to find. Turn south and about 300 feet in is the place the school stood. It was shrouded with woods and wet land to the north side. I stood in the school yard. The site is about a mile south of Lake Cucumber. The lake next to the farm.
The school, the ladies told me, was moved to a farm 2 miles west of there. They even gave me the guys name and number. I didn't need it as you can see from the pictures it's near the road. They have gutted it and it's now a garage but at least it still exists. The road I turned onto to get the picture of the front of the school, looked like it went close to the south side of the lake that touches the farm on the far side. I took a chance and drove as far as I could and walk onto someones land and saw most of the lake but not enough to see Joes farm.
Not out of luck yet.
The farm is not on any road and it's now part of the San Clara Community Pasture. Government stuff. Well it turns out that just another couple of miles down the school road (168th), the road comes to a T. The ladies told me to turn north there and I'll come to the main gate to the pasture and gave me the name of the guy in charge. Well getting there I came across 2 guys leaving and I asked if I could walk in and see the land. They said sure just don't break a leg.
They left and it was just me there on my own.
From this point the farm is about a mile to the east of this gate. The first thing a did was drop and break part of my camera. My heart sank! I still had 2 smaller video cameras along but this was my good one. I picked it up and it's covered in mud. Well only at the view finder. My wide angle button is a little weird now but, it worked!
I said to Mom, "all this way and you play this trick on me?"
I walked in and spent about an hour and a half enjoying the view of the lake and walking the land. It was wonderful!
I'm sending a few stills I clipped from the videos.
I'll be home tomorrow.
Phil
P.S. Janet, I have soil samples from the school yard and the farm for you.
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OH MY STARS! A tear came to my eye when I read the CC. Stories my mother told me came back in memory. It wasn't a fun time for her being the oldest. And she didn't like the little Indian boys chasing her to and from school. They were always trying to get her behind the bushes. From the pictures there doesn't look like to many bushes to hide behind??
Thank you so much for the ground substance. I have the perfect jar. I don't know why this is touching my heart so much but it sure is striking a loud cord. I can't thank you enough.
Janet
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