A walk down memory lane..............
No -- not me! At the moment, I don't have time to find the memories! I know I put them in a pile in the office ... and who know where they are!!!! And the lane .... I'll find it in November!!!!
Yesterday ... we were working. Sheepie Neighbor had stopped by for a brief moment when an unfamiliar car pulled in the lane.
The occupant kept looking at the house. Stared ...... and stared ........ and stared at the house.
I asked if I could help her. She asked if we had a store on the farm .......... and then she said, "My grandmother lived in this house."
She was surprised that we lived in the house as it needs paint. ;)
But when I talked to her ... and learned her memories ... and she told me about Sunday dinners in the kitchen ... I knew she loved this house.
I learned of ball games that were played, the chicken coops.... the hog lot that is now my cutting garden. The dairy barn that was over there ... and the creek where they splashed on a hot summer day.
And although ... we grew up in different states ... different areas ... our Sundays were so similar.
She told me about her ill grandfather, sleeping on a daybed in our family room. She told me about her grandmother, sitting in the bay window that was in the kitchen, reading late into the night. I heard about babies that died upstairs ... way too young. I envisioned the stacks and stacks of dishes from a Sunday chicken dinner and a house full of laughter.
I told her about my process to get the house on the National Registry of Historic Places. I told her about discovering the writing on the stairwell .........
Yesterday ... we were working. Sheepie Neighbor had stopped by for a brief moment when an unfamiliar car pulled in the lane.
The occupant kept looking at the house. Stared ...... and stared ........ and stared at the house.
I asked if I could help her. She asked if we had a store on the farm .......... and then she said, "My grandmother lived in this house."
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| I know you have seen this before ... our house circa 1927 |
She was surprised that we lived in the house as it needs paint. ;)
But when I talked to her ... and learned her memories ... and she told me about Sunday dinners in the kitchen ... I knew she loved this house.
I learned of ball games that were played, the chicken coops.... the hog lot that is now my cutting garden. The dairy barn that was over there ... and the creek where they splashed on a hot summer day.
And although ... we grew up in different states ... different areas ... our Sundays were so similar.
She told me about her ill grandfather, sleeping on a daybed in our family room. She told me about her grandmother, sitting in the bay window that was in the kitchen, reading late into the night. I heard about babies that died upstairs ... way too young. I envisioned the stacks and stacks of dishes from a Sunday chicken dinner and a house full of laughter.
I told her about my process to get the house on the National Registry of Historic Places. I told her about discovering the writing on the stairwell .........
I showed her some of the photos her late aunt had sent me.... and a map that showed the farm in 1906.
And I showed her "Jenny's Garden" ... unfortunately, still filled with weeds .... it was named for her grandmother and is filled with heirloom flowers.
And I am certain .... a tear or two watered that little piece of ground.
Thanks Carol ... for stopping. Come by again ... you are always welcome.
Comments
Thanks for posting, Gary.
That musical group (Della Mae) that Gary posted is quite special. I recommend listening to their entire album available for online listening at:
http://www.heyheydellamae.com/Della_Mae/NEWHOME.html
Dan Mays