On Saturday, the Fireman and I changed up our usual weekend routine of “Hm, what should we do today?” and went to the Remick Farm Ice Harvest Festival. The Fireman’s dad works there as the Farm Manager, and now I can see why he loves it so much.
On the property, there is a house that the Remick family lived in, an assortment of barns and some serious acreage. The Fireman’s dad told me they had about 40 head of cattle, some chickens, and a few horses.
Gypsy Noel was one of those horses. The Fireman’s father absolutely loves her. I remember him worrying about her when she was first born and he had to leave her at the barn. At the time, I joked to the Fireman about his dad bringing the horse home with him and keeping her warm in front of the woodstove. He looked at me and said, “We’ve done that with cattle before.” Touche, sir.
The house is in pristine condition, with all the furniture still set up in the rooms, as well as in Dr. Remick’s office downstairs.
I LOVED their kitchen. It was so adorable. And strangely enough, all the living quarters were upstairs. I don’t know if this was because they had a tenant or storage downstairs. That woodstove on the left was only used for heat, and the stove in the right hand corner had a drawer with burners on it, and the oven door opened up. Very cool design.
I loved this. I wish that doctors visits were still only $1.00
The doctors wife hand painted these walls. She saw the idea in a magazine and liked it so much she covered the walls in it.
This is a snow roller…also known as a plow. They would hook this up to a wagon and flatten down the snow as they went.
The entire point of this festival was the ice harvest. They were carving ice blocks out of the pond, liftimg them out, loading them onto the cattle drags, and the steer were taking it to the ice house. I got to pet one of those suckers. I even called it a steer. (Gold start for that one).
One of the Fireman’s nephews is cutting ice here (blue jacket).
Once the ice block has been pried out, it is pulled down the channel with long wooden poles. Then is it picked up with a pair of giant tongs and put in the chute to go to the cattle.
There’s the Fireman’s dad going to check on his girl, Gypsy.
While we were there, it started snowing HARD. That + standing on ice + the wrong boots + no gloves = one cold girl.
And because I couldn’t resist…
“I hate you for taking more pictures of me and I’m not afraid to glare at the camera.”
“Seriously? Still? I’ll just look away and pretend to be above it all…”
“She’s still here…guess I’ll just ignore her.”
We had a blast!! So glad that we changed it up this weekend!!
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