My childhood home …
Last weekend Curt and I found ourselves in unfamiliar territory. We looked at our calendar—and found nothing on the schedule! It was a beautiful day, so we decided to take the girls fishing at Grandma’s house.
Whenever I visit Mom and Dad’s house, memories of my childhood hit me from every direction. Seriously. There’s not one place on that farm that doesn’t hold some kind of memory for me.
Most of those memories are good. Especially in my younger days. We’d go swimming in the creek. Ride horses through the pasture. Play in the barn. Fish in the pond. I could go on and on.
But to be honest, I do remember a time when I didn’t care much for farm life. My teenage years. Suddenly, life on the farm felt very un-cool.
Now that I’m grown up with a family of my own, my perspective has once again changed. It’s funny how differently I now see my parents’ farm. I thought I’d share a few examples with you.
Whenever I visit Mom and Dad’s house, memories of my childhood hit me from every direction. Seriously. There’s not one place on that farm that doesn’t hold some kind of memory for me.
Most of those memories are good. Especially in my younger days. We’d go swimming in the creek. Ride horses through the pasture. Play in the barn. Fish in the pond. I could go on and on.
But to be honest, I do remember a time when I didn’t care much for farm life. My teenage years. Suddenly, life on the farm felt very un-cool.
Now that I’m grown up with a family of my own, my perspective has once again changed. It’s funny how differently I now see my parents’ farm. I thought I’d share a few examples with you.
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When I was a teenager, living on a farm was too much work. Now it seems like a great place to play.
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Back then, I thought farm life was boring. Now I remember how it can be pretty fun.
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At 15, I couldn’t wait to get my drivers license. I felt very isolated in the country. Now I think it’s peaceful.
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An old farm house, dusty barns, chicken houses … it all seemed so shabby and unsophisticated.
Now I like to say it has lots of “rustic charm.”
Now I like to say it has lots of “rustic charm.”
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Mom and Dad’s farm hasn’t changed over the years. But it looks different to me.
Especially now that I see it through my daughters’ eyes.
Especially now that I see it through my daughters’ eyes.
I’d love to hear about your childhood home. Do you see it differently today? Leave me a comment and share some of your favorite memories!
I also was raised on a farm and had lots of good memories. We aways had friends an family out to the farm and it never seemed too far for them to drive. Dad would get out the bush cutter and cut a baseball diamond in the cow pasture and of course you can imagine what was used for bases, no one wanted to slide into base. Our house was very small but we had 5 children and 2 adults in it. We had 4 bedrooms and when my brothers got older we added sofa beds in the living and dining rooms to accomodate more friends. I would wake up several Sunday mornings with bodies all over the living and dining room floor from my brothers friends staying over cause they “loved coming to the farm” That house is torn down today but I will never forget it and the charm it held. Not in new furnishing or gadgets but in the family atmosphere that was shared. Oh we had some rough times but the good times out weighed the bad. A garden with 100 tomatoe plants and beans and carrots and radishes and potatoes, was alot of work and I didn’t enjoy that but now I would LOVE to have a big garden. We would play (well when I say we, it was me and my dolls and dogs and cats) in the grain bins, it was like having a doll house all for myself. I had to look out for straying mice and pieces of corn laying around but it was beautiful to me cause I had a place to play by myself. I loved following my dad around the barn yard and watch him feed the cattle and pigs and then milk the cows with his head laying on the side of the cows belly, it was the end of the day and he was resting, kinda cool. Then a stray cat would come up and get a shot of milk in his face. One of the negatives is that I was the youngest and most everybody else was off to work and I had no one to play with most days, (probably drove my mom nuts) maybe that’s why they didn’t have anymore HA. Anyway, I would love to be on a farm again, to me it is the best life ever.
Hey Kathy – I love it! I can relate to so many of those things you’ve mentioned. Although I must admit, cutting a baseball diamond in the pasture is a new one to me … but what a great idea! And yes, I know exactly what you used for bases! 🙂 Thanks so much for sharing. Your comments brought back many memories for me!