Once upon a farm...

Today.... mom and I set out for "Old Concord", It's a small town about 40 minute west of here but east of "West Concord". Old concord is where my mom's family is buried.....

...my grandparents Gertrude & Lee, and my grandpa's parents and some of my great aunt's and uncles. I knew my Grandma She died in 1980, and wish I had known my Grandpa Thomas but he died 2 years before I came about.

We payed our respects, I asked mom a few "who's who " questions and then I asked mom if we could drive by ...

THE FARM

This sight brought me back to my childhood, when Grandma still lived on the farm. It was a place we loved to go explore, there were a few animals....

Grandma proabably would have whooped us if she knew we put those chickens "to sleep" and made them all dizzy....poor chickens, I wonder what that did for their egg laying?

We played in some awesome old buildings with holes in the lofts in the barn that if a child fell through they would surely land on their head on the cement below.....and proably die.

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Maybe it seemed higher cuz we were kids, but i know it was fun up in the loft... the parents and grandma were busy visiting, having coffee and grandma's home made cake donuts. I'm pretty sure they never checked on us. Not that they were delinquent parents it's just the way it was.....

Kids played....

without helmets....

in dangerous places and somehow we lived :)

To the right of the driveway used to be the old farm house.


I miss the old house with the lopsided kitchen floor and the neat pantry. Grandpa's old jean overalls still hung on a hook on the wall in the kithen...right by the front door. I miss the old wood burning stove in the living room that kept the farm warm. I miss the Crank telephone on the wall, yes the ones you see on old movies that you crank and then the operator puts you through. And the outside cellar...you know where the canned good were kept, cuz it was cooler down there with the dirt floor and all.
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Then there was that door.... the one we were not allowed to open. We did know this much, it lead up some stairs to the bedrooms that my mom and her 6 siblings shared.

But we were NEVER...

EVER ...

allowed up there....never even got to peek.

After Grandma died, mom and I went back to the farm to get a few things and I asked if I could open the door and go upstairs, Mom said sure, "but it's just bedrooms up there, there's really nothing to see". All those year of never being let to see what was behind that door was finally gonna happen. Mom was right, not much to see but....

I'm glad I got to see where my mom slept all those years on the farm. It was ALOT to see....

to me!