Can you imagine living in close quarters with strangers who for one reason or another landed in the same house as you? Imagine again, no electricity, no in house water source or heat that was only supplied to part of the house. This was a way of life for many in a era before social security took over and rescued many from these living conditions.
In most states each county had it’s welfare farm, or other wise known as the Poor Farm, we bought our county farm in 2017, but was never informed of it’s true purpose, and honestly I thought the old building was a store! It wasn’t until we were under contract that we learned what it really was, and I wanted it even more. There is little history to be found on this place, not many talked about it let alone document it. Conditions were grim, to say the least, with many if not most of the occupants being declared “insane” for one reason or another. Back then the guild lines were few with some just being homeless declared.
In the basement, cells on both sides housed the mentally impaired, back then they weren’t sure what to do with them, so when they were sent here, sadly they were chained to a cell under the main house. The cell walls are still in tact, but the chains long gone. This building sits empty since a fire decades ago, it’s our hope to turn it into something positive and producing. Stay tuned as I share more about this place we now call home.