This is my Great-Great-Grandfather, Palestine Hanna. I have
always been intrigued by his unique given name. Census records
show only a hand full had the name Palestine, both male and female,
at the turn of the century, so it was not a trendy name at the time.
Was it biblical or maybe geographical? I guess I'll never know. I do
know, however, that his nickname was "Pal", which I think is so
endearing. This photo shows him tapping into a maple tree on his
"Stockwell Farm" in Howard County, Indiana in about 1920. The
sap was cooked in a vat in the woods in a spot the family called
“sugar camp”. It took 30 gallons of sap to make one gallon of syrup.
A friend of my daughter introduced me to the joys of pure maple
syrup. After you have tasted the real thing, you can never again eat
the bottled pancake stuff we Americans all know as "syrup". The
genuine article is especially delicious on a nice bowl of steel-cut oats
with walnuts and dried cranberries!