The Bergstrom Farm taken in 1940. Years of drought and erosion gave it this moonscape appearance from above. Eight decades later, the farm (if you can find it) is a green diamond in the concrete rough.
Russell Lee, UT’s first photography professor, took this 1940 photo of this barn in Travis County, one of many back then on the Swedish farms, including the old Bergstrom Farm. Note the cistern on the front right of both barns.
These two photos capture ups and downs of getting a neglected, run-down farm into working order. City fire code required our landlord to mow the extensive retention ponds in front of the farmhouse. If we timed it right, we had a free source of Bermuda grass but had to gather it up by hand to feed our goats and sheep. Nothing like riding on a truck bed of sweet-smelling hay. The down part, as seen in the photo below, was about 20 feet deep and just wide enough to squeeze in an extension ladder. With rope and bucket, we had to haul up the trash tossed in over the years — rocks, bricks, beer cans, bones — you name it. Once cleaned out, this hand-dug well became more productive. Here is Ethan helping his dad empty another load.
The early years on the farm when it still felt like country.
Erin’s surprise gift for Skip on this 50th birthday. Frances weighed a lot less when she hid her in the back of the Subaru, not telling Skip what he would find when he opened the trunk door.
Sitting on farmhouse porch in 2006.
And again in 2023.
First day moving into tiny home