Freddy Dunn tried working a factory job once only to quickly realize that, like his cows, he needs to get outside every day. He grew up farming with his dad. “It’s all he’s known,” says his wife, Denise. She does the farm’s books and works for the local police department: “I have a sign in my kitchen,” she says chuckling: “For every great farmer, there’s a spouse who works in town.” Every summer, the family grows sweet corn, tomatoes and cucumbers to sell from a roadside farmstand. “It’s nothing fancy,” says Denise—but it’s all part of keeping things going.
Back when Freddy graduated from high school in 1979, there were five farms on Blackberry Hill Road. “The milk truck driver used to take all us kids riding with him,” Freddy says. “We’d ride the whole route and wouldn’t hardly leave town.” There was a wooden bridge to Dunn Farm, he continues, but by the time the milk truck got back there after doing the full milk pick-up loop, it was too heavy to cross back over the bridge to drop the kids, so they’d jump out and walk the half–mile home. Now Dunn Farm is the only dairy that remains.