Thinking of the Farm

My grandma passed in 2012 and my grandpa in 2015. Life has definitely not been the same for our family since they have passed away. The farm is in the family still, but it's hard to go back there. The memories of all of the good times flood me, but the atmosphere there isn't the same without them. My grandma once said, it's family who makes the home, not the walls. That statement is very true.

In June, we went back and my son took his senior pictures there. That will probably be the last time I go back to the farm. I took a few pictures for memories. I was looking at those pictures tonight thinking of how I grew up riding on the tractor with grandpa in the fields, the many hay wagons I rode on, and hopping hay bales with cousins.

I think about the family dinners, the Christmas dinners where grandpa would get excited like a child for presents, the laughter, the card games, and good food. The holidays are the hardest without them.

As we go through this holiday season, think of your family and friends, include them if you can, and make memories that will make you smile. May you all be blessed.

This field was always fun. I love looking across it.

This barn held many calves over the years. My brother and I had one calf named Sparky. He never liked being in the barn. Grandpa ended up tying him to a tree. Every morning Sparky would get off the rope and he was on the front porch waiting for us when my parents dropped us off.

This was the old chicken coop. My grandparents stopped using it before I was born. In this area was the original farm house that was torn down years ago. The only thing that remains is the cement slab.