About

Cheyla Breedlove Wheat Brothers Farms
Photo Credit: Katie Bell Photography

 Who I Am

Christ Follower. Gibson’s Mama. Pizza Critique.
My name is Cheyla Breedlove. I love old junk and collecting items from the past, and I’ve always wanted to own a collection of Volkswagens (I have 3 so far). After growing up on a farm in Central Point, Oregon, I spent time in Nairobi, Kenya as a missionary. Sunday mornings are my favorite time of the week, and I have an affection for plaid and bunting. Yellow is my favorite color, and I’m learning how to play guitar. Dogs and photography are two other things that I really love.

Wheat Brothers Farms History

“A mile south of the town I stopped at the farm of the Earhart brothers. They are big, husky farmer boys, with as fine a farm as ever eye looked upon. Their winter wheat was already five or six inches high; their comfortable home bore every evidence of thrift. But what drew my attention was not the wheat, fine as it was. It was a grapevine, not a mite over six inches through, that covered the house, ran along from tree to tree in the yard, and must have been over 150 feet long. This mammoth vine is the only one they have, and its yearly yield is over 500 pounds of luscious grapes. Such is the wonderfully prolific nature of this soil and climate that I find it hard to grasp the wonders that I see in fruit, grain, vegetables and grass.” —D. R. McGinnis, “How’s This for a Balmy Climate?” Morning Oregonian, Portland, June 2, 1905, page 6

Wheat Brothers Farms House
Truck Bed Cart

Story of My Truck Bed Cart

A little something about my new farm stand. Well, at first glance, to most it looks like something that should have just stayed in the junkyard and left there to be forgotten, but that is not what I saw. I saw potential to say the least. I have been wanting to start this little venture for years and just haven’t found that perfect piece of rusted, tarnished, old piece of perfection. Well, we did. We pulled this out of the back 40 of a local car graveyard, covered in a 10 plus year’s supply of blackberry vines. They had to use a forklift to break it free. So we had it towed to our farmstead and got to work. As you can see, we built a framework from old, weathered timbers and old tin roofing that we sourced from a local scrapyard. Five hours later on a hot, summer Sunday evening, we have what we see here — our little slice of heaven. Wheat Brothers Farms was well on its way.