26/03/2022
Come on out to Jerome Community Building 10-6 today to grab some honey and other bee themed products 🐝 🍯 💛
Poverty Knob Farm is an apiary and more located in southern Michigan.
7491 E. Chicago Rd.
49257
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For many years my grandpa and grandma lived on 100 acres in southern Michigan and I would go there just about every weekend growing up. When my grandma and grandpa would be out and about he was usually the first who was ready to leave and he’d ask grandma, “Well, Phyllis, you ready to head back home to ‘ole Poverty K**b”? I always remember thinking that was so comical. They didn’t have a lot of money but they certainly had a rich life with many friends, family and experiences.
Now they’re both gone and I have the lucky fortune to live in the house my grandpa built on this special land. Every day I wake up grateful that I get to call this place home, “Ole Poverty K**b”. I am gifted the use of this land to live out the rest of my life. So when I wanted to get my bees like my grandpa used to have and start hobby farming, I knew that I had to name my little business “Poverty K**b Farms”. It’s just so fitting!
There are so many memories I have of my time on this land. I remember my grandma making homemade banana bread, canning peaches and making strawberry jam, or making her locally renowned homemade noodles. I remember grandpa making wine in big glass jugs out on the front porch, canning his salsa, and always reading and learning. I remember the fish fry’s they’d have down at the pond with all of their friends and family, feeding the many catfish in the pond, playing in the woods and going morel mushroom hunting each spring.
My parents would let us stay home from school on the opening day of deer season and we’d stay the night at grandma and grandpa’s and get up at five in the morning watching everyone get ready to go out hunting. They let us have coffee and we’d help make potato soup with rivlets and other hearty food for the hunters. It was always such an event in our family.