Four Generations

Purple Ranch is a family owned and operated farm. It wasn't handed down through the generations but began as a dream of a 70 year old entrepreneur whom I refer to as Mom. This blog is dedicated to my family. All of them. The photo captures four generations on my Father's side of the family. Top left, Cliff Hand, Top Right, Paw-Paw Hand, Bottom Left, Myself, Bottom Right, Jon Hand my youngest son. You may wonder what this has to do with Purple Ranch Lavender Farm? Everything. Our work ethic and love for each other comes from the generation before my parents. It is said that you leave a legacy for 100 years. I believe that to be true. My Grandfather was 97 when he passed away. At that time my father was 67, I was 37, and my oldest son was 7. That is almost 100 years of legacy. In dedication to my Paw-Paw I leave you with a song he used to sing to all his grandchildren.

Old Hogan's Goat

There was a man.

Now, please take note.

There was a man

Who had a goat.

He loved that goat.

Indeed he did.

He loved that goat

Just like a kid.

One day that goat

Was feeling fine,

Ate three red shirts

Right off the line.

His master came

And beat his back

And tied him to

A railroad track.

The whistle blew.

The train grew nigh.

The poor goat knew

That he must die.

He gave three shrieks

Of mortal pain,

Coughed up the shirts

And flagged the train.

Thanks Paw-Paw for all the fishing trips and stories of the one's that got away. And for letting us eat the one's that didn't. Until next time. Lavender Up!