Here we go...another cheesehead beek.
My wife and I are in our third year of beekeeping. My interest began under the mentorship of my grandpa, who introduced me to beekeeping when I was about 14. I had one hive. That was in 1961.
When my grandpa died a couple of years later, I inherited his hives. I'm afraid I hadn't learned all that much, and I felt overwhelmed and unprepared. I eventually sold the equipment and went on to college. Then the military. Then a career, marriage and family.
I came back to the hobby 45 years later! I discovered how much it had changed. When I kept bees with my grandpa in the 1960s, there was no plastic foundation, no varroa mites or trachael mites, no colorful books or DVDs to explain the fundamentals, no chemicals in every field, and galvanized extractors were just fine. In many ways, beekeeping was easier.
My wife, Susie, does not come from a beekeeping family. But she's always loved honey bees and she encouraged me to get back into beekeeping. She and I are partners in the hobby. And so is our daughter, Kristin, who lives now in Scotland with her husband and her own new daughter. She helped me introduce one of our first packages several years ago.
We have three hives--Hive Kristin, Hive Emil and Hive Skilty. Named for daughter, grandpa and son-in-law. We're planning a split of Skilty this spring to get Hive Elish. Granddaughter.
It's a wonderful hobby. This time around I'm old enough to appreciate beekeeping, and to find the classes and books and mentors that provide the help needed to learn. And whenever I go to the bee yard, I never go alone. I go always with the spirit of my Grandpa, Emil Tappert, who loved his bees almost as much as his family.
My name is David.
Glad to be here.