That lane must have been about a mile long, but when my cousins and I were kids, it seemed like ten miles when we had to walk up to the farm to purchase eggs and milk when we all would spend a week of vacation there. We also thought that mean bull was hiding behind every tree.
Today, I am going to show some pictures that I believe are from the early 50’s. I will post another blog on when it was built with some earlier pictures (when I find them). Actually, had to do these first since they were falling apart.
This first picture is of the couple who owned the farm:
Cooking out side was always fun and the food seemed to taste so much better. This picture shows my Mom cooking while everyone was sitting around telling tall tales and trying to keep upwind of the smoke:
Then everyone would sit on the porch watching the towels dry and telling tall tales:
Of course after a short rest after lunch, we all had to go on a hike. My Mom is the one on the far left and I am the one on the far right. I was always in a hurry to get into the deep woods:
I will leave you with a picture of my Mom and her Mom (my Grandma) sitting on the porch and relaxing. Grandma is in the big wooden rocker. My Dad’s Buick is parked in the background:
You had a great childhood and am so happy that all the pictures have made it through the years.
ReplyDeleteYes Frann, I couldn't have picked a better family to be born into. And,yes, my childhood was happy. I would gladly go back in time to that period if I could. There were problems also, but the good sure did out-weigh the bad.
ReplyDeleteBeing outdoors in nature is almost always better than being in a big smoggy dirty city, full of air, visual, and noise pollution. That's my opinion anyway.
ReplyDeleteGypsy, I couldn't agree with you more.
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