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Each week, we use our train trips to record this diary. “To” is written on our way to the farm on Friday Night. “From” is written after the weekend, on our way back into NYC.


We have just celebrated our first-year anniversary at the Beekman.  By far, the most frequent question that we are asked when the subject of the farm comes up (and we do seem to talk about the farm a lot!), is “How did you find the place?”

We didn’t.  It found us.

We had been looking for a place outside of the city for several years.  In fact, for at least three years we had our eyes on a farm that once belonged to Josh’s family.  His family had sold the farm in the early 1900’s to a group of circus performers.  The last remaining member of that family still lived in the house.  Over the years, the beautiful Greek Revival farm house on 180 rolling acres, had started to crumble, and its inhabitant, and her 13 cats, was obviously taking design cues straight from Grey Gardens.  We made several offers on the house, but the woman was not willing to sell at the price we could afford, but nevertheless, every few months we would try again.

For several years, we’d had an autumn ritual of choosing a different location in New York state to go apple picking.  These weekend sojourns provided an opportunity for us to get out of the city and, of course, to pay a visit to Josh’s old family farm.

In fall of 2006, the apple orchards of Sharon Springs beckoned.  We researched the area and found a historic hotel that had been restored to its quaint splendor, The American Hotel.  The hotel’s most recent claim to fame was that Rachel Ray had paid a visit.  We booked a room, and it remains one of the favorite hotels we’ve ever visited.

After filling the trunk of the car with apples, we drove through the countryside.  While traveling down Route 10, we stopped before a stoic white home on a hill.  Thinking it was a museum, we idled the car on the side of the road while reading the historic marker standing before it:  Beekman Mansion, built 1802-1804…

Driving past the property, we were astonished to see a “For Sale” sign in the yard.

“Wouldn’t it be cool to see the inside of that house?”, one of us said.

“Yes,” the other replied wistfully.

Within the hour, we’d reached the Real Estate agent, Michelle, who came by to show us the house.

We were astonished.

Once abandoned and pocked with graffiti and trash, the house had been meticulously restored.  The prior owner, Eric Selch, had researched every last detail of construction from that period.  If one paint chip remained, he matched it.  If a one-inch piece of crown molding was left, he had another 200 feet of it hand-carved to match.  The wide-plank wooden floors, now over 200 years old, didn’t even creak.  It was a labor of love that took Eric about 6 years to complete.  Shortly after the work was done, he was diagnosed with cancer, and shortly after that he died.

It was if the house had called out to him, sent a siren call, an SOS, and in ensuring her own survival, had consumed him. Everyone in town still speaks very fondly of Eric. Our only regret about the Beekman is that we didn’t have a chance to meet Eric.

After his death, the house sat on the market for almost 5 years without a single serious offer. Waiting

The house was far out of our price range, but on the drive back to NYC, I said, ‘That is our place.”

I will save the story of how we bargained and cobbled together an offering on the farm for another day.  It makes me exhausted to think about it.

Needless to say, something drew us to the Beekman, too.

If you take the time to read this blog periodically and see the fervor that fuels our weekends here, you will plainly see that the Beekman is consuming us, too.

..and we are more than happy to nourish her.


This weekend was the really the first taste of Spring on the farm.  On Saturday, we rose at 7:30 am and made our way out to the patch of land beside the barn that we hope will become the sole source of our summer diet.  Last year, we only had time to put in a small vegetable garden.  Despite it’s size, we were still able to reduce our summer grocery bill to $30 per week (and that included paper goods and toiletries!).  I don’t imagine we’ll get much lower than that this year, but with over 100 different types of fruits and vegetables planned for our Heirloom Garden, we are going to have some very healthy friends and family.

We worked on the garden for 7 hours straight, stopping in time to take showers before some of the neighbors arrived to join us for a glass of wine on the back porch.

What we thought was going to be a brief aperitif turned out to be 4 hours and 4 bottles.  The conversation started (as it usually does) with goats, goat milk, soap, and cheese, but then progressed to talks of hand-woven fabrics, the history of the Mohawk River, and linguistics as psychotherapy  (this last topic is much more interesting after several glasses of wine)

We spent five hours in the garden on Sunday morning, but, then, muscles sore, we called it quits after interning the Alpine strawberry plants, five different varieties of peas, and two different varieties of radishes.

We watched a robin build her entire nest in the weeping cherry tree outside of our kitchen window this weekend.

For the birds, too, life is a house.

by Dr. Brent

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Fran Zarnock

Your labor of love is evident in everything you guys touch. I visited your farm this Memorial Day…Ivwas on the *Sharon Springs Jitney* from NYC….and still in awe of your dedication to the farm and Mansion….and The Mercantile down in Sharon Springs town…I’m totally down to taking up residence there…but it appears you have all the help you need at present time😆I can’t wait to go back…. something’s beckoning me to the beauty, peacefulness and the charm that is visible everywhere.
Sincerely, An old lady from Brooklyn NY 😄

Heidi Meka

There is always another seat at our table! We would love to have you as a visitor or a resident!

Sharon Loye

U two should write a bio. Your story is is up lifting and positive. About your amazing journey though life. How you found each other. Losing your jobs. Finding the house. It’s a amazing journey. That tells the message Never give up! Another amazing great thing you do is you take everyone for the ride. Helping your neighbors. Your town. I always heard you can tell the true integrity of a person who gives to someone who they know can’t pay them back. U two are just genuine good people.

Gayle Bell

I want to know more. It’s like the house was made for you!! What a Godsend!! Sounds a little corney but the House was waiting for you guys!! A BEAUTIFUL TRUE
STORY!!!! Peace & Love, your new neighbor, Gayle in Northern California


Just could read and read again your stories. Enjoy your cookbooks so much….they are artwork in my opinion. Thank you for hours of entertainment.

Linda Turner

For reasons unknown to us, we connect with certain people as we journey through life, sometimes wondering why we are drawn to a person, place or thing. When I arrived at your first website, by chance while searching some gardening subject, it immediately drew me in and I felt ‘at home’ there. Participating in the ‘10,000 Gardeners’ project, and attending the first Harvest Festival made an imprint on my being that would never be erased! To this day, I’m still ‘checking in’ to see what’s up in Sharon Springs and at Beekman 1802…the inspiration derived from your devotion to each other, your home, your business and employees, and your town is what keeps me driven to be better…to be more involved, more devoted, more excited! Your story has touched so many people and you have helped others so unselfishly…your obvious happiness is the result! Keep on keepin’ on…


Fantastic story. You both did so much for the town too! We also were looking upstate for a long time! My criteria was I needed a pond for my dogs to swim in. We found the area around the same time you did. 20 minutes away in Middleburgh. I moved into my home in March of 2006. Although, you took it to a different level, I too love my house, I feel like I have been there all my life. With me I took Grandma and Grandpas’ tools, embroidery.. etc. I have a little piece of everyone at my home. Debbie (Brooklyn born)

Vicki Vik

What a great memory! I somehow stumbled on your website when it was probably still new. I saw the pictures & whatever else that was on there & bookmarked it. Something about it all made me a fan right away (I was probably looking for things about the 1800s. That seems to be my time period)

Carolyn Maloney

How wonderful and inspirational! I’m building a green house this spring and planning to raise my summer food. I was a gardener years ago and am hoping to recapture my skills and pass them on to my two grandchildren. Thanks for the delightful recount of the early years at Beekman.


Good Morning,

Just finished reading this post and wonder why both of you don’t write a book regarding this story. I so enjoyed the book that Josh wrote regarding you both and think you should continue entertaining us with another one. Had the opportunity to visit the farm and meet Josh’s parents. Now I know why there son is so special and chose such a great partner.

Kathryn Duffy

I loved this post. The To: and from: format is so sweet. Thanks for making me smile. Heading to Target , by the way, to buy some mortgage lifter sauce.I had no idea how “hands on ” it was in it’s creation .My family from N.H. visited the Beekman store and my sisters and Mom said that you were so friendly and down to earth, Brent. They were thrilled to meet you. Best to you and yours.

Suzanne Bonilla

I read your book on finding and moving to Beekman Farm. I have also driven past many times and think it is so beautiful.I have been to the store in Sharon Springs and love it. It’s a beautiful part of Ny.

centralia heart

Having just finished our first year on Centralia Farm, I know exactly how you feel. each morning I go out to the farm patch with a colander and pick what we will have for dinner. it is a wonderful way to live.

teri tighe

Brent, what a beautiful story. I feel the same way, the Beekman just draws in everyone who sees her. The property is stunning and minimalistic. I love the pond, the pastures, the barn and especially the house.

I'm a researcher of my family history so old houses, etc. make me tingle with excitement, especially since 99.9% of my relations were farmers. I hope you and Josh have many prosperous and wonderful years on the farm.

Thank you again for sharing your home and your lives.

Amanda Booth

Wow, the Beekman is such a beautiful place. Too bad I live too far away from it! It sort of looks like a house in the town I live in…only bigger. Well, have great adventures!

burton carter

My wife Audrey and her family , Mr and Mrs Denniis Engle owned and operatd the late lamented PARK VIEW HOTEL for many years. Istill have bouts of nostalgia thinking of the good times and great friends made over the years ….Regardleess of the demise of the baths ,I am glad to see thegrowth of small shops and other businesses..I wish you all only the best.A MESSAGE FROM ANY OLD FRIENDS WILL BE APPRECIATED B C

Sondra Ekbom

I grew up near Sharon Springs NY and have actually been in the Beekman Mansion when I was a child. It has always held a great fascination for me. It is wonderful to see what you have done with the old house.