09/27/2026
We're going to pause our stories about the farm to say goodbye to a great friend that we recently lost. We met Wendell Cooper around 2013 when he came to one of our yard sales. He was a tough negotiator and we hit it off right away.
Wendell loved to buy, sell and trade, and he was VERY good at it. Maybe even more, he loved to fish. He spent many summer afternoons at our lake, first in Walton and then here at Ken Folks Farm, fishing for big bluegill, bass and catfish.
No matter whether he was fishing, wheeling and dealing, or going to church, Wendell always wore bib overalls. With his wavy black hair and bibs, he bore an uncanny resemblance to Frisch's Big Boy.
Wendell loved his pickup truck, guns and pocket knives. He was always looking for a deal. Many times he was buying for someone else. If you casually mentioned to Wendell that there was something you needed, chances are he would find it for you within a few hours.
Wendell loved his wife Miriam, his family and his friends, and he made sure that they knew it. We became part of his extended family and his family became part of ours.
Wendell departed this earth for his heavenly home on August 31, 2026. On September 26, in keeping with his final wishes, we were honored to scatter his ashes at his favorite fishing spot here on the farm.
Wendell was one of a kind and we miss him every day. But we will meet again, and chances are he will have already found the best fishing holes.