Rebecca's Farm

No longer standing, with no evidence of the massive stones once used in the two large chimney structures standing like bookends framing the 100 year old white farmhouse in Fern Creek, this short fence along the west side of the Rush homestead could be seen from the kitchen window. Just at the opening in the fence was a small swing, a seat for two, where one could see the sun set, smell hyacinths and just at the end of the fence see a dense row of yellow forcythia and plenty of naturalized daffodils, now gone.

Densely packed over-priced single family homes, without the charm and character of this once powerful farmhouse, are packed tightly onto the surrounding 100 acres creating their own sewage and water runoff problems this farm never saw in Kentucky's history.

Down the road along Pennsylvania Run Road was another family farm, the Bates Farm where it was rumored that Patty Herst was hiding during the early tabloid days of urban legend. I was on this road when the radio announced that "The King" had died found face down on his bathroom tiles in Memphis. He had served Richard Nixon as a drug zsar trying to sniff out his competition, "The Fab Four". You can't make this stuff up.

I would rather remember the day I heard "Hey Jude" in Vermont driving toward a summer camping vacation in a $125 green Beetle which lasted three more years and traded in for a new Ford (the one with the exploding gas tank) for $200 trade-in value. You could buy a car off the lot for $4,000.00 then and God only knows for what the Saudis were selling us gas then. Hi Ho.