I heard that this particular strip of land was going up for sale. It is dear to me because it is actually a piece of land where Native ancestors lived and also a small parcel of the land where my Irish ancestors were given their original land grant in 1836. This 10 acres is part of the 50 that my great great uncle Llewellyn lost during the Great Depression. The land had been in his family a hundred years and he took a small loan for farm improvement but, like many farmers of this time, was unable to repay the debt.
Anyway, our neighbours, the Miller family had purchased this land and the particular section that I bought back and always referred to it as the Dixon Farm. I called the agent and told him to let the Millers know who I was, how I was connected to the Dixon Farm, what I could pay and that I planned to build a little place back there it was as good as a sealed deal.
I paid far below market value for the land, $67,000 to which I had to take a $40,000 line of credit in order to secure. Not perfect to have land debt, but none-the-less it was the only way for me to purchase it.
The tree that is photographed here is about 600 years old and is a tree that my grandma would have walked under on her way to school. The road is named after my family, the neighbours are all interconnected to my family for generations. It is home to me here in the Kingston Area and a place I am glad to get back to after having been away since my early 20’s.
At this point I was hoping still to build a 300 square foot straw bale house which was as ecological as possible; however, due to building codes I was restricted to stay under 108 square feet (footprint) and therefore had to go to a stick build.
The land now mine again echoes with my personal history. It resonates with the footsteps of my people.