Wife and I are tearing out fence and clearing brush. I am using my tractor with grapple to pile the brush in a hole that once was the foundation of a house so I can burn it safely. The fence we are taking out is four strands of barbed wire with woven, all wood posts, I am pretty sure the posts are hedge. The woven has been there so long the bottom is buried. There is evidence of a couple three versions of electric fence- ceramic insulators, plastic insulators and wire deals that can be thrown over a post to put the hot wire about 16 inches inside the main fence.
As I was rolling up barbed wire, I told my wife “I’d like to know how long it’s been since this was rolled up.” That thought has been bouncing around my head for awhile. I had no way to know so in desperation I tried taking a picture of it and uploaded to ChatGPT. ChatGPT asked for more info but estimated its vintage as between 1875 and 1920.
Wasn’t real confident about that. Called my neighbor across the road who is mid 70’s and has lived here his entire life on the same farm his dad lived on his entire life who knows all the history. Told him I had been thinking about all the farmers, sons and farm hands who had patched that fence in the heat and the snow and that I could see evidence of those repairs. Asked him how long that fence had been there. He says “E.J. Ewers probably built that fence, and I have a plat book with his name in it from the year he arrived here in 1870. I would guess that it was built shortly after barb wire came out. Like all farmers, he probably waited a year or two until he saw someone else use this new thing before he tried it out. Right there where you are piling the brush to burn was where he built his house. My dad and Bill __________ (name redacted to protect the guilty lol) got their asses whipped when they were kids for throwing hedge balls through the windows of that house after it was abandoned.”
He then started going through the history of the ground and even who rented it as pasture, how one guy had a bull for a few years so he didn’t even go near the fence and how that guy always had a few stragglers that they couldn’t get loaded in the trailer and that he hired a cowboy to round them up out in the timber. Said that was quite a sight in the neighborhood lol.
I think we actually bought the ground from a grand daughter (I think) of EJ Ewers. I need to ask him about that. May have been his daughter, she was in her 80’s at the time I think.
I guess EJ Ewers grave is in a cemetery up the road. Next time me and the wife are out walking I’m going to hunt his headstone up.