Friday, January 20, 2012

A Sentimental Friday

I grew up on a dairy farm.

I'm sure I've idealized it, but the home in which I grew up was the most beautiful home I've ever seen.


Of course, this photo was taken at least 30 (50? 70?) years before my parents ever laid eyes on the place. By the time we lived there, the large tree on the left was gone and the pear tree on the right was huge. Both ornate front porches had rotted away. Halfway through my childhood, my parents replaced the porch off the kitchen on the left and, 5 years or so before we sold the farm, my dad began the laborious project of restoring the original front porch. Since we've left, the new owners have made their own changes. (But we don't even like to drive past to see them.)

Sometimes, I still miss this house with its wide hallways, thick, dark banister and warm honey blond, original, uneven hardwood floors.

Happy weekend!

3 comments:

  1. I grew up on a converted farm, and there is just *something* about the old buildings or walking through the orchards that is stirring. We certainly didn't have an old farmhouse as lovely as the one you grew up in, but I know where you're coming from when sometimes you just miss a place that was such a huge part of your life.

    happy weekend!

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  2. OK--I'll grant that it was a very nice house--when we left. I remember doing the final cleaning after we had moved out and thinking it was very "gracious".

    What you don't know is that when we first bought it, we had more than one person say "you bought "that" place, isn't it a wreck?" It took a lot of money, and elbow grease to get it where it was by the time we left. It wasn't finished, but I think you're learning that old houses never are!

    If you take off those rose coloured glasses, do you remember, even vaguely, water in the basement when it rained, cold bedrooms, the trip from your bed to the only bathroom, mouse droppings in the kitchen, the wood stove that needed constant feeding, the enormous heating bill,frozen water in the bathroom when it was really cold, and especially cluster flies????

    It was home and we loved it too!

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  3. I remember living in the dining room some winters. And the flies. I had forgotten about the water in the basement, and I'm not sure we ever really knew about the heating bill.

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