The Price Farm

A Small Gallery of the Price Farm

(and surrounding areas)

Winneshiek County, Iowa

In the family from 1915 to 1994

I grew up on a farm near Burr Oak, Winneshiek County, Iowa, about four miles from the Minnesota state line. It was a great place for a kid to grow up. There were hills for sledding in the winter, woods to explore, fresh-water springs, a creek for wading and fishing, limestone bluffs and gullies, sinkholes with caves, as well as apple trees, wild raspberries, wild plums, and wild strawberries. Who needs shopping malls, clogged freeways, and smog?

An aerial view of part of the farm, looking northwest.

A view of the long driveway in summer.

Our house on the hill, as seen from the south pasture. This hill was great for sledding in winter.

Looking north over the rooftop of our house, me atop my favorite pine tree.

A lazy summer afternoon scene in the south pasture. See, even the skies are green in Iowa. (Actually, it's a faded photo).

Jack Frost has painted every branch and twig this winter morning.

Melting snow in early spring floods little Silver Creek.

The south pasture as seen from the top of the windmill.

The cave entrance at the bottom of the sinkhole, located only a couple miles from Coldwater Cave.

Scenes around Decorah and Burr Oak

I was born in Decorah, Iowa, one of the most Norwegian areas outside of Norway itself, and also one of mid-America's best-kept secrets. This scenic little town of 7000 is situated on the meandering Upper Iowa River, surrounded by wooded hills and nature trails. The village of Burr Oak lies about 13 miles to the north.

The town of Decorah lies half-afloat upon an ocean of trees.

One of Decorah's many nature trails. Peaceful, wooded trails winding along limestone bluffs. This is one of the many reasons I intend to retire here.

Pulpit Rock, Decorah, 1997. My daughter precariously perched upon a precipice, playing with pebbles.

Burr Oak, September 1967. Right to left: my grandmother, her sister Olive, and Olive's husband Claude. This plain photo epitomizes to me the face of Burr Oak in the 1950's and 1960's.

An autumn view of the Porter House museum in Decorah, which my great-aunt helped to preserve from being turned into a gas station.

This naked wooden structure south of Burr Oak was once the "Lost Nation" country schoolhouse where I went to school for five years in the 1950's.

My great-great-grandfather Gottlob Krumm was the second settler in Winneshiek County in 1848, 153 years ago.

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