Last weekend my mom flew in from Vegas (she lives there) and, along with my sister, we drove out to South Dakota for a funeral. The funeral was for my mom’s cousin’s wife. Although I had met her a few times, I didn’t know her well. But funerals are always a good time to connect with family and to see many of our South Dakota cousins while they are gathered together in one place.
For me the drive is somewhat torturous. I’m not a fan of the road trip. It’s about 4 hours through mostly farm country. I always know that we are getting close though when I begin to see these.

I don’t think my photo does justice to how gigantic these things are. According to my research, on average these are 260′ tall.
There are 100’s of these strewn across the landscape along the Minnesota border with South Dakota.

I find them rather creepy, like something out of H.G. Wells’ War of the Worlds. Giant alien beings that have landed in the corn and soybean fields.
My maternal grandmother’s father, John P. Nordaune, immigrated to the United States from Haltdalen, Norway with his parents when he was a young child. At that time the family name was changed to Moe. I’m pretty sure he didn’t see any of these wind turbines when he got to South Dakota!

Have any of you read Laura Ingalls’ books? If so, perhaps you remember her book The Long Winter which was about how her family survived the winter of 1880-1881 in De Smet, South Dakota. That winter is still considered to be the most severe winter ever recorded in the United States. The snow was so deep that trains stopped running for a good part of the winter and thus were not able to bring in supplies.

Not only that, but the snow came so early that many farmers hadn’t yet harvested their fields. If you’re familiar with the book, you’ll know that the Ingalls family came close to starvation that winter. You can read an account of that winter {here}. That spring my great grandfather, his two brothers and their mother were on the first train to come through the area after the thaw. They were coming to join their husband/father on the land he had claimed in Arlington, South Dakota. My great, great grandmother once said that they had more food in the trunk they brought with them than was in the entire town where they disembarked from the train. My cousin Ronnie actually still has that trunk, by the way.
The Moe Farm is still in the family 135 years later. My cousin Travis now lives in the farmhouse with his wife and six children and he farms the land.

Travis (on left) took my sister, our cousin David and me (at the back) on a tour of the farm last weekend.

That corn is tall when you get up close to it! Well over my head and I’m 5’10” tall.
My great grandfather, John J. Moe, was blinded in an accident as child. I’m not sure of the exact details, but somehow he ended up piercing one of his eyes with a nail. Infection set in and he ended up completely blind in both eyes. Despite complete blindness, he married and had 10 children. No only did he farm, but he also was a peddler. I think ‘peddler’ has a slightly negative connotation these days, but all that meant was that he traveled from place to place selling small goods out of his wagon. Thus my cousin Ronnie claims that he was called ‘blind John the peddler.’ When I was first told about this, I wondered how in the world he managed this while blind. I was told that he used a horse drawn wagon and he relied on the horse to know the route. He also carried a small pistol for protection. My cousin Ronnie has the pistol now too. I’m not sure exactly how he would have aimed that thing! I suspect it was more for ‘looks’ than actual reliable protection. Then again, perhaps a blind man with a pistol would scare most people! As for the money, I’m told that he kept track of exactly how many bills he had and he kept them in numeric order. So he knew what he had for making change. He most likely relied heavily on the honesty of his customers. When he returned home, his wife, my great grandmother, would make sure that they he had been paid correctly.
Many of my Moe ancestors are buried in the Bangor Cemetery which is a small family cemetery just down the road from the Moe Farm that is surrounded by cornfields.
It has the most gorgeous view that includes the farm.

OK, I have to get a little closer for you to see the farm.

Can you see the dragonfly in that photo? Look to the right, yep, that’s not a helicopter.
I always enjoy spending some time out on the farm and being reminded of my roots. Each time I visit I’m gifted with a few more old family photos that no one out there wants. I love using them when staging my furniture photo shoots.


I came home with a fresh pile of photos, so hopefully I’ll have some furniture photo shoots coming up soon. Stay tuned!




















































































