Why on earth do you want to farm?

Posted on Feb 29, 2016 by caroleparkes

Doug’s beautiful evocative writing portrays such wonderful images of the life my grandfather must have had, and also his grandfather, and so on beyond several generations earlier. How I wish I’d known such a life but my farming grandparents died before I was born. Their name was ALKER and they farmed for generations around Lancashire, England. Before that, I believe from their name they may have been Vikings. I traced them to the 1600s where they lived in Ormskirk. Orm was a viking and Orm’s kirk was his church.

About caroleparkes

My husband calls me a butterfly because I flit from one hobby to another. Apart from being a wife for 52 years, a mother of three sons, and a grandmother, I'm also an author, genealogist, amateur artist, a lover of most needlecrafts, and occasional poet. Of the above, my most enduring interest has been writing and I hope to be doing it well into old age.
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