A special memory of brother Rodney and the farm from our New York cousin, Marc

Well here we go. Here are a few memories of the farm. I remember the first time meeting Rod. He was so nice to me; I must have been 10. Boy where have the years gone? I remember that day like it was yesterday. He showed me around the farm. First he brought me down the road a little where the street sign was. I looked up and it said “Sheer Road.” Wow, I felt great because that was my name. He told me that their neighbor was one mile away. Again, wow, my neighbor (in New York City) was either on top of me or under my family. lol Some comparison from that day. I loved the farm. I remember he took me into the woods. It was really far in and all I was thinking was I hope we don’t get lost, but I always felt so comfortable with him. Its like I fell in love with my cousin; he was so nice to me all the time. We finally got to one destination and it was old tombstones of a family who had lived there in the mid-1800s and died from the Bubonic plague. It really gave me the creeps. We walked a little further and there was some Hermit that lived on their farm who Uncle Nick allowed to live there and he would check on him every so often. (That piece actually belonged to Raleigh Jones, the hermit). One day Uncle Nick went to check on how the hermit was doing and found him lying on the floor with a broken leg. So of course the wonderful man that Uncle Nick was, he brought him to the hospital. The hermit being alone from what I remember left the hospital and went back to his home in the woods soon after Uncle Nick brought him there. It was time to get back home; it was starting to get dark and Rod told me there were bears in these woods. That was all I needed to hear, a city kid bumping into a bear well I was scared S—t. Then there were, of course, all sorts of noises. l told Rod I was scared. Rod being Rod told me not to worry because this was his land and the bears that lived there knew him. I believed him of course. I did, he was Rod. We made it back to the farmhouse. Boy was I happy to see everyone.

My dad was a golfer. He loved the game. His name was Phil and mom was Rose. Anyway he told Uncle Nick this. So Uncle Nick being Uncle Nick jumped on the tractor and cut out and made a one hole golf course for my dad. That was really cool. The relationship was my dad’s pop Max was Uncle Nick’s brother. I also remember seeing Rod driving the tractor. He looked so big on that thing; as he waved to me; he had to cut the hay. Well, until I have more memories I’ll be leaving for a short while.
All my love Marc