Pretty sure this was my great-grandfather's farm. His name was Clifford Hattery, and he was my father's father's father. He married Mabel Coil. She had her own farm somewhere nearby, and they competed. They both passed when I was young, but I remember visiting, the henhouse out back, and the sheep they kept across the road by the barn. They had well water that was awful, strongly sulfurous, smelling of rotten eggs. The farm passed to my great aunt, who lived in the house until she needed care. I don't know if the property is still somehow in the family, but last I saw it it was much the same. The barn had been replaced with a larger structure, but basically the same.