Herron Road Part II

Things  I remember about living on Herron Road:
Trying to dry strawberries on irrigation pipe.
Looking for Killdeer nest in the rows of strawberries
The pumkin tree
My dad's hunting camp
Our family farm market and how we set it up at the county fair at the mercent's building.
Out family pets, Lad, Sniffy, Mittens, Pumpkin and Spike.
Feeding rocks to Lad, who at one time in his life ate his flea collar and had to have it surgery removed.
My dad hunting trips
DNR Officer Stop
Tadpoles by the Raspberry fields
Lawsuit over trees my father had planted.

Herron Road Part I

Well this is my first attempt at this and my intentions is to try to blog once a day about my life and growing up. I am writing this more for my children then anyone else. My grandmother used to tell me the same stories when we came to visit her on Herron Rd, but  sadly I have long forgotten those stories and wish she had written them down. So where do I start  the present or the past? I will start with the past.

My earliest recognitions of my life was living in a simple mobile home trailer on Herron Road, in Northeast Michigan in town with a gas station and affectionately called the "Herron Mall" and a post office to the north. My father worked for the local cement plant in town but loved to farm and he had planted several fruit trees and rented land from the neighbors to grow raspberries. You see he grew up on a berry farm not far from here and it is his passion. From looking at photographs when I was young he also had a passion for flowers, gladiolus to be exact. As his passion grew for farming so did the size of the farm and eventually he left his job at the cement plant and started our family's farming career.