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| sherone_13 |
Posted - Mar 27 2014 : 09:23:06 AM
I was thinking today about the song by Miranda Lambert called "The House That Raised Me." It brought back memories of the houses we lived in and the adventures we had as children. I would like to invite my farmgirl sisters to have a little peek in my childhood. After reading the post on my blog:
http://annapearlsattic.blogspot.com/2014/03/the-houses-that-raised-me.html
Please post some memories of the Houses that built you. 
Sherone
Farmgirl Sister #1682
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| sherone_13 |
Posted - Apr 07 2014 : 05:28:08 AM
What lovely stories! It is so wonderful to hear the memories from such a great bunch of ladies!
Sherone
Farmgirl Sister #1682
My Blog
www.annapearlsattic.blogspot.com
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Women are angels. When someone breaks our wings, we just jump on our broomsticks and fly! We are flexible that way! |
| Cindy Lou |
Posted - Apr 04 2014 : 07:38:28 AM
I grew up in the farmhouse built by my grandfather. My dad was born there along with 8 brothers and sisters. I grew up knowing that the kitchen was the original house and the rest was added during the following years. I loved knowing that Grandpa had walked over 20 miles to get the seedlings that formed the grove where I played as a child. There were overgrown apple and plum trees in the orchard for snacking.
I remember that the house was heated with an oil-burner on the first floor and no heat vents to the upstairs. We got into our pajamas and then heated our pillows to take them upstairs at night. Frost was heavy on the windows and water would freeze in a cup, but the 3 of us grew up healthy.
I love remembering the wonderful smells of my Mom's cooking, the delightful sound of my dad's ready laughter and the fun of growing up on the farm and the memories of riding our pony, playing with the neighbor kids and going to the small town school.
My dad passed away at about the age of 80 and my Mom continued to live there for another 8 years. My brother lives there now.
Thanks for encouraging me to remember.
Susan
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
Mary Oliver |
| sjmjgirl |
Posted - Apr 01 2014 : 5:20:28 PM
Great post! I'm lucky enough to live next door to the house I grew up in. Though they new owners have added an addition and gotten rid of some trees, it still looks pretty much the same. Where I live now was part of my parents' property growing up, so I get to have the evergreen trees that I played in when I was little right in my front yard. I love being able to show my son where I played and tell stories about when my sis and I were little.
Farmgirl Sister # 3810
Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
- Dalai Lama
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| rough start farmgirl |
Posted - Apr 01 2014 : 4:44:55 PM
I was fortunate. I grew up in the house that my paternal grandfather built. My father was raised there and my sister and I had lots of room to roam, about a hundred acres. It was recently sold as both my parents have passed. I sure hope the new family has many years of health and happiness there.
Marianne |
| queenmushroom |
Posted - Mar 30 2014 : 3:58:45 PM
My memories are in my childhood home. Playing outback in the woods in the tree houses, the sand that covered out septic field, riding bikes around the block, the salty air and clam flat smell of the ocean nearby. I would also include the house that my grandparents built. the smells of grandma's cooking, the family get togethers, swimming and fishing in the river that surrounded two sides of their property. I miss it all and wish I could go back to those carefree days of my childhood.
Patience is worth a bushel of brains...from a chinese fortune cookie |
| Marybeth |
Posted - Mar 28 2014 : 3:20:21 PM
That sure was lot of moving around. We moved several times and school was the hardest for me. Math and English--every school was at a different level. It all boils down to our wonderful parents who made our life enjoyable and doable. thanks for the walk down your memory road. MB
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"Life may not be the party we hoped for...but while we are here we might as well dance!" |
| auntsmelly |
Posted - Mar 27 2014 : 5:02:39 PM
My family purchased a large farm when I was two and then my parents divorced when I was three- I have one photo of
myself standing in front of the gorgeous farmhouse and I am only slightly visible and almost cut out of the picture. I
always felt that that was a symbolic picture of what I missed out on by being moved from that farm. I think homes are
important- not the structure, but the feeling of home.
Thanks for sharing your pictures. :0)
Ignore the rain,
Look for the rainbow.
Jenny,
Blessed Farmgirl #4359
FGOM October 2013 |
