For today’s theme: a couple of pictures from my childhood. This is the house I grew up in (mostly). Looks huge doesn’t it? I remember driving up to it for the first time and thinking, “We’re going to live here!? It’s a mansion!” Technically speaking, while it was large, it was not a mansion. It was an old, rambling, farmhouse … with one, count
’em it, one bathroom. But you don’t think about that sort of thing when you’re four. That’s me, by the way… the short one in the first picture and sporting a way, too short yellow dress in the second.
I pulled these pictures from some old albums in order to send them to the current owners. They are making considerable changes to the house (probably adding another bathroom) and were curious about its history. To be honest I’d like to know a bit more about its history too. I know my dad grew up there. He even slept in the same room I did. My grandfather farmed the land surrounding the house just as
we my parents did when we lived there. And I know it was a great place to grow up. I guess that’s enough.
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