This photo is of the home that I remember as being where my maternal grandparents lived. It was just about a mile up the road from where I was raised. They moved there from a neighboring county in November of 1946. Luckily, they took a photo of their new home. My mother had just started her senior year in high school and had to transfer. I don’t think she was too thrilled about leaving her classmates.
The well-built American four-square looked out over the valley of a fair-sized creek. The cellar house by the dining room door had served a previous home on the site, and had probably been outside the kitchen door at that time. You can see two of the three windows of the window-seat in the dining room. The chicken house can be seen behind the cellar, up the hill a ways. Just behind the left fork of the walnut tree in the foreground, you can see one corner of the two-seater outhouse that I used as a child. Granddad eventually turned the pantry into an inside bathroom in his and grandma’s old age. The walnut tree is long gone, as is the one in the yard, but it has been replaced by a descendant. They had a coal grate in the dining room, but you’ll notice that they burned wood, too, from the pile at the front of the cellar.
The building in the foreground was a wooden-floored garage and workshop. Just behind it was a drive-through equipment shed with a corn crib along the left wall. The downstairs of the barn was the milking parlor, complete with a surge-milker. A tiny milk-house is out of sight behind the corn crib. The upstairs of the barn was for hay, of course. The open door at the right end of the barn was to the horse stall. “Bob and Kate” had been replaced by a Ferguson 30 by the time I came along. You can’t tell it, but the barn wall just behind the loose piece of tin on the corn crib roof was actually a large rolling door where the hay wagon could be driven in and unloaded with the big hay fork that rolled along a track in the roof-peak. The wooden fence at the right end of the barn was to the pig-pen, where granddad raised a couple pigs for slaughter every year.
The spring that supplied the home with water was high on the hillside out of sight to the left, but the pipe that brought it down the hill ended just across the little run that ran (unseen in the picture) to the left of the garage. A small foot-bridge (also unseen) crossed the stream between the garage and crib. The barn was supplied with running water by another spring just across the run and up the hill about 150 feet.
You can tell at the lower left that the road was dirt (supposedly gravel) at the time. I can just barely remember when it was paved, though Mom insists that I can’t. (I was two at the time.) Behind the pines above the house is an old cemetery with at least one Civil War veteran buried there. My grandparents reside there now, along with a lot of their neighbors.
There were a lot of good times there; I miss those days. © 2012