this is the house I grew up in...the roof over the porch is where I would crawl through my bedroom window in the middle of the night when it would be too hot to sleep...with my sleeping bag and pillow...I would lay there and watch shooting stars and listen to the radio...and when Mary would stay all night...we would lay out here all night and talk...that's just what country kids did...
the barns are gone and all the trees and flowers and fences, but they left the old hand pump in the side yard to the best well I have ever tasted- except the summer the toad drowned in it...the milk house and the old garage are no more and side yard is a little smaller...but you can tell it's been well taken care of and it is still loved...and I guess that's what matters most...
they also left the big chicken coop- it's red now instead of white...the garage and gas tank are new... and these 2 trees...that's where the big garden was...they also cut the back yard in half- and planted corn...
the maple in the bottom right corner is all that's left of all the trees...
from the corner...photos by Mary...this is what she wrote in her blog...
"Years ago my friend lived in this house. I took my mother out for a ride and decided to go past my friends childhood home to get my friend some pictures and video. Mom wanted to know who's house this was and when I told her she said to tell Terri she loves her. I think I was to do this years ago, sorry it took me so long, but bloggin makes things easier."
Mary, it came at just the right time...when I needed it most...you are the best friend I have ever had...and tell mom P I love her, too...and I miss you both so very much...
and the photos have my big, white, puffy clouds that I miss so much... the sky here is so hazy most of the summer...those days we get them here make me homesick...
and the photos have my big, white, puffy clouds that I miss so much... the sky here is so hazy most of the summer...those days we get them here make me homesick...
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Very nicely done. I told Ray when I took the pictures how we would lay out on the roof at night and look at the stars. I wish I had a recording of all the things we talked about.
I was scarred of making you homesick and making you cry. I know from selling my home how it hurt so bad. I almost did not do this but I just knew you would also love to see it as I would too. Remember are fun days. Thats why we still love each other because we do have a special friendship.
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