Amos by Oley Traditional Cache
Rattlingcrew: I hate to see it go, but if the cover burned, it's time has come. This place is full of family memories for me, however, it no longer belongs to the family. I am happy to have shared some memories and good times here. Glen
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You can drive right up to this one and get out to claim the cache. You may have to walk about 20 feet.
This cache was placed in memory of my step-grandfather. Amos Lagerstrom. At one time he owned the property for one half mile south and one half mile east, or a quarter section.
This hedge row was struck by a tornado, the twister went on east to take the windmill to the ground and the chimney off of the house. How the old barn stood, we will never know.
I was a young man then or a big boy. At any rate, the hedgerow had grown into the fence and the fence suffered major damage. That was priority one, after securing the cattle and fixing the fence, we moved to repair the windmill. We took a lot of the braces off, hammered them straight and put the windmill back up. It was a lot of work, but money was tight and our labor was free. We did manage to get it standing and pumping on it's own.
There was just three of us boys at that time and Amos never took time to remember our names. He just called us Oley. When I was really small, about 4, I spent a weekend in the old farmhouse. I am not sure what the occasion was, but those old cast iron tractors I was playing with would be worth a small fortune today!
On another visit we found a nest of snakes under some galvanized tin in the barnyard. They did not bother Amos at all, I think I checked every step I took ten times the rest of the day!
There is an old stripper well on the property, I think directly associated with the sinkhole that formed east of the well. Who knows how many cars were dumped into that sinkhole over the years! I would like to have some of those 50's Oldsmobiles back now!
The property is full of old memories and sadly has been sold, so I can not give you permission to roam around. I always enjoyed the old barn full of horse tack. The family farmed with horses long after most had converted to tractors. The timing was poor for the sale of horse related objects, so they were left to rot in the barn.
You will be looking for a multi-colored pickle jar. A pen, pencil, notebook, some German Medals, a Corvette and a Travel Bug were the original contents. Nothing tough here, this one was placed for personal gratification, a chance to reflect and share.
Amos was always among friends, even if he did not know them. I never knew him not to get along with anybody. I suspect that angering him would have been a serious mistake. He carried a sense of honor about him, with a plain wrapper. There was nothing flashy about him, old International trucks and Oldsmobiles, hard calloused hands and as stubborn as the Kansas winds at times. The story goes around that when his father would not let him go to the dance, Amos tied him up in the barn and released him when he got home, I bet those were tense times. He is gone, but not forgotten...Oley...Glen...The Rattling Crew
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