Little Falls Farm
is a long awaited dream come true for Ted and Kathryn Trainor.
Life has taken them throughout the south on so many moves that Kathryn had to write a book about it, How To Move Without Losing Your Mind: Or The Remote Control. Their heart’s desire has been to put down roots and own a piece of God’s country. In the fall of 2019 they completed the building of their farmhouse and now reside at Little Falls Farm. In the Spring of 2020 they added four goats, Tammy, Dolly, Loretta, and Patsy, six ducks, a swarm of honey bees, and two new kittens, Sage and Sassafras.
Little Falls Farm is 44 acres located in beautiful middle Tennessee. The farm has a rich history of having been used for everything from phosphate mining to potato farming. If the trees could talk, oh the stories they could tell. Currently, the Trainors are growing blueberries, blackberries, herbs, vegetables, and lots of flowers for Katydid Fresh Flowers.
Farm History Notes
The Columbia Daily Herald has always been faithful to publish the news about town and in the process record bits of history. According to the Herald, in 1917 L.C.Wiley sold the farm to Alex Knox. And in 1921 the Herald reported that Alex Knox sent to their office “a box of new Irish potatoes that average about the size of turkey eggs.” They said these were the earliest potatoes of the season and that Mr. Knox was a “progressive and hustling farmer.”
Mr. Knox’s wife, Lera, was a regular contributor to the Columbia Daily Herald, as well as the Nashville Banner and other Farm Journals. Her daughter and granddaughter compiled her writings into two books, “Travels of a Country Woman” and “Goodness Gracious, Miss Agnes: Patchwork of Country Living.” “Travels of a Country Woman” chronicles their family road trip in a model T to the Chicago World’s Fair in 1933.
“To celebrate the fact that President Roosevelt had promised
to prop up the farm income to where it could look the farm outgo in the face, and to officially mark the end of the depression and join in the national recovery program, I re-covered myself with an 88-cent dress, a 79-cent hat, 48-cent pair of hose, which I later snagged when I ran across an Indiana wheatfield to snap a picture of the first combine we ever saw.”