Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Still Standing

This gem continues to stand the test of time and not far from my old house.  

It appears to be a central passage floor plan that is one room deep.  Though there is a portion of logs showing underneath the wood siding, it doesn't seem that the logs carry through underneath the entire structure.  Possibly built around a small log cabin, long ago, it continues to hold true.  Most often old houses like this are family homes that the owners cannot bear to tear down.  Whether from pure sentiment or historical value, it is hard to say.  

The wood is showing its years, but the metal shingles are merely showing a bit of rust.  In its day it must have been thought of as quite the home.

"The most expensive hobby a man can have is a boat, the second most expensive hobby a man can have is a very old house."  

Barbara Corcoran

Sunday, October 11, 2015


I caught a small bit of Autumnal change in the air yesterday.  In between games at a softball tournament, we took to the side roads for a scenic drive.  We were not disappointed with this view.  Just the barest touch of fall color taking hold and yet another barn full of tobacco.  

"Autumn's the mellow time." 

William Allingham  

Linking up today with Tom.....

Friday, October 9, 2015

Friday Randoms

Just in case you are in need of any of the above, I can totally hook you up with the source. 

This story about a missed connection in 1972 has gone viral.  Some want to argue that it is not authentic, but I think we should find joy and meaning life wherever we can.  

I would not walk across this bridge.  No way, now how.....

Here is a beautiful, photographic list of some great places to visit in our nation.  

Leaving you with Shoshana Bean to move your right along into the weekend.  Don't miss the dog.....he is so chill.  

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Thursday, October 8, 2015

Thankful Thursday

Thankful today for those people in life we may take for granted.  

We laid my sweet mother-in-law to rest yesterday.  Secret Agent Farmer Man and I have known each other since that fateful day we played kickball in third grade.  His mother treated me as a member of their family long before I was an official member.  Meals together, holidays, Christmas, time at their home, slipping gas money in my pocket, hugs, long talks, and quiet afternoons were just so many of the memories of her.  

How is it that Fate dropped me in this fortunate life that I have?  

We received people for five hours, looped around the funeral home and out the door, as a testament to this fine lady's influence in our small town.  

I will leave you with a quote I find comforting......

Death is nothing at all. 
It does not count. 
I have only slipped away into the next room. 
Nothing has happened. 

Everything remains exactly as it was. 
I am I, and you are you, 
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. 
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 

Call me by the old familiar name. 
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. 
Put no difference into your tone. 
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. 

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. 
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. 
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. 

Life means all that it ever meant. 
It is the same as it ever was. 
There is absolute and unbroken continuity. 
What is this death but a negligible accident? 

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? 
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, 
somewhere very near, 
just round the corner. 

All is well. 
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. 
One brief moment and all will be as it was before. 
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Henry Scott-Holland

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Autumn's Fruit

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

Emily Dickinson  

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Tobacco Barn

Many tobacco barns are full here in Smalltownland.  This type of Burley tobacco is air cured, which gives the tobacco smoke a sweet flavor.  It also keeps the nicotine content high.  Though we do not grow tobacco on our farm, and its popularity has declined, tobacco can be found throughout our county.  

Secret Agent Farmer Man, and his twin brother, raised a crop of tobacco during their teen years.  The profits, from which, bought their first car.  

"Never slap a man who chews tobacco."  

Willard Scott 

Linking up today with Tom......

Friday, October 2, 2015

Friday Randoms

These locks are appearing on our local footbridge, which spans a small ravine between two parts of our small town.  I fear they will soon damage this historic bridge.  

Grab a bottle of wine, some refrigerator dough, and do some damage in the kitchen this weekend.  

The partially eaten cakes are my favorite part of this parenting post.  Being a parent can be hard, so you have to grab a laugh when you can.  

I always appreciate the MacArthur Fellows each year.  It celebrates the genius in every conceivable form.  We all have something to offer, glad to see it is being recognized.  

I heard this song performed at the famous Ryman Auditorium a few years ago.  A timeless classic that I will send you into the weekend with...  

Linking up with Tanya today.....

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