The other day when I was heading over to Sonman’s to help butcher, I finally remembered to take the camera along for a photo tour of my stomping grounds. If I take the main road over to Sonman’s butcher shop, it is 3 miles but if I take the field road, it is 1/4 mile. The field road is really muddy and the Love Machine does not have 4 wheel drive so I decided on the extra gas instead of the guaranteed aggravation route. Anyway, I took some photos to show you what my little place in this world looks like.
This is the farmhouse that Cranky, myself, and the youngin’s live in. We have lived here for 14 years and have been remodeling/restoring it for 14 years. (And there is still a ton of stuff to do to it.) This farmhouse sits on a corner of the farm 1/4 mile away from the main farmhouse and the barns. It’s over a hundred years old and a neat little farmhouse, but I hate living here. I like the house. I just wish it didn’t sit so close to the road. Granted the road is a dead end road with not alot of traffic but more than two cars a day is too much for me.
When I was growing up, the road to the farm was a 1/2 mile long dirt lane that only lead to the farm. If you saw the dust blowing on the road, you knew someone was coming to the farm to visit or was lost. Times have changed and now the road is paved and there is a housing development on the one side of the road, which just plain sucks.
This farmhouse originally sat down the road about 1 mile away but in 1973, they (our neighbors) moved to where it sits now. Our neighbors decided to build a monstrostity of a house and needed the farmhouse moved, so instead of tearing it down, they just moved it to the corner of their farm field which just happens to join our farm field. Here’s photo of the house that they built in it’s place.
See, I told you it was a monstrosity! Those original neighbors moved away 15 years ago and before they moved, they offered their old farmhouse to my folks since it joined the farm. Cranky and I had just gotten married and were still living with my folks. I did not have a problem with it, but evidently, my momma was not crazy about us living with them. So, she bought the house, handed us the keys and told us to move down the road! She is the meanest momma ever!
Here is the newest house to be built next to us. The couple that live here are great neighbors. My biggest complaint about them is that they are a little “too green” and one of them is a vegetarian. That, to me, equals insanity but that’s just my opinion and please, I do not mean to anger any vegetarians out there in blogland. It’s just my opinion, which if you ask anyone in my family does not matter much!
The other thing that I do not like about my new neighbors is that they built their house on some of the best farmland in our area. And the ironic thing is that the house that I currently live is also built on that same farmland but that is perfectly acceptable because it is me. I work like that. I am a bit two faced.
Traveling down the road…
This is the farm where our house used to sit. What I did not show you is how the remaider of that farmland is now covered in houses. It’s so pretty that I just could not bear to take a photo. Progress…it is such a wonderful thing.
Across the road from that farm is one of the two remaining dairy farms in my area.
My dear friend, Brenda lives here with her folks, her husband, daughter, and her grandma, Nannie who is one of the sweetest grandmas ever. They keep plugging along, milking about 75 head, trying to make a living off of this 5th generation farm. But for how long?
I realize this is getting a little long so I will continue this tour of my neck of the woods in my next post. Until then.