|Speaking of cars, I miss this guy|
They tend to grow from descriptions that pop up in conversations about the day's plans and adventures.
"You know, the field where Dad put the little tree through the haybine...." The boss's dad that is.....it soon becomes "The Brush Lot." Trees and brush are not friends to haybines.
60-Acre Lot, 30-Acre Lot, Field behind the Barn, Old Pasture Lot, Hickory Tree Field, and Seven County Hill are self-explanatory.
The T Field is shaped like a "T", which shows clearly on aerial photographs.
The Old Spreader Field is where they tipped up an old manure spreader to cannibalize the wheels for something else.
Sometimes there is a story behind the names. So it is with Stolen Car Lot. It was before my time, so I don't know what it's old name was, but years ago, when the boss was a boy, someone stole a car nearby. They must have panicked when pursued, because they didn't keep it long.
It was just after the family bought this farm....they had been farming on the other one a while.
His older brother was hunting out there when he spotted something shiny stuffed under the brush of the hedgerow.
It was the stolen car. It had been partly dismantled and the parts were scattered under canvases.
The situation was reported to the appropriate authorities, who came and investigated and had it towed out.
So the field got a new name. We still wonder how they got it back there.