Tramel Farms · Est. 1982 · Oxford, Mississippi
The Farm Store
Goods from the homeplace. Worn by the family first.
A note before you shop
Why there's a store at all
This farm has been Tramel ground for a long time, and keeping it that way costs a little money every month. That's the whole business model: every shirt, mug, and sticker here goes toward keeping the lights on at the homeplace.
Everything is printed to order on plain workhorse blanks and priced like we're selling to cousins — because mostly we are. The marks are ours: the tree, the barn, the red gate at the head of the lane. Nothing fancy. Nothing you'll be embarrassed to wear to the feed store.
— The Tramels
Drawn from the property, not a clip-art book
The marks & where they come from
The Red Gate
At the head of the lane. First thing you see coming in, last thing you close on the way out.
The Barn
Pappy kept it in working order. We keep it in ink.
The Big Tree
You can see it from the porch. Somebody's standing under it in half the family photos.
This store is the back porch of a real place
You're shopping a real farm.
Thirteen miles out of Oxford, Mississippi, halfway to Batesville. The journal, the family album, and the homework we're doing on the land all live on the main site.
For Pappy & Mamma, and for Dad — who always meant to come home.
Tramel Farms · Est. 1982 · Oxford, Mississippi