On a farm multiple buildings always means something needs repairing, sorting, or improving. This house was where my sister was born and where two siblings were born that we never knew.
Thanks to varmints and dogs chasing said varmints there is some disarray inside this small three room house where three generations have stayed at different times.
The death of Mom, the watching of Dad until his death, the ice storms, the tornado, and health and life in general has kept me from doing a proper job keeping the outbuildings in order.
One year the chickens laid eggs in the attic. The dogs have continued to search and seize any trespassers that entered the old home.
After the tornado the loose tin caused some water damage. The roof was repaired but water has caused a floor joist to fall. Know this is a box construction house. No two by's. No four by's but a simple floor joist system and roof rafters with board and batting connecting the two. Paper and cloth was used for insulation if you can even call it that.
Primarily used for storage I have my work cut out for me. I am slowly sorting things that have ruined from over sixty years of storage, saving what I can and repairing as I go.
One room is on a slant so I slide in, grab a box and run uphill to get it to level floor and repeat and repeat. I sort and stack in a solid room.
I sort, reduce, protect and stack. I would carry a sack to my throw a way pile while keeping the "good" stuff. When I needed air I would carry a box of bottles from my other project and place it in the lean-to kitchen. A thousand steps, a million steps....maybe more. Until the muscle cramps and promise of rain stopped me.
An old wringer washer
a wood cook stove
A complete school desk from a one room school house
I've written how two small houses were pulled up the creek by horses and a sled joined by a common roof. A lean-to kitchen was added. This was in the early thirties so there is no way to tell how old the house or houses really are.
I remember being warm in winter with no insulation. I remember the smell and taste of Mom's biscuits. I remember Dad setting us out during the first snowy morning to run around the house to keep our feet warm all winter. .I remember hauling water from the same spring we use today. I remember the weight of all the quilts in winter and the cool breezes of summer. I remember the love.
In this house with each box and bag, I remember. Yes, I remember. This is the reason I work in this old house...to save those memories and perhaps, just maybe, make more.
Just in case you were worried, I have not lost my marbles. In fact I may possibly have five or six generations of marbles, so I'm in good shape.
Before my husband and I met he lived and almost died in Guion, Arkansas. Driving in his '66 maroon Mustang with his cousin they crossed these train tracks. Hubby was fiddling with his radio.
The crossing lights did not work that day nor did they work this day. Hubby looked up to see one big light bearing down on him. Trying to stop, the car spun around and died. Hubby started the car and by popping the clutch he lost only part of his bumper that day. The cousin had left the car. Hubby stayed to save it. We still have part of that bumper...wish we had the whole car. Hubby said for months afterward his dreams were haunted by the train light. The engineer had not sounded the horn but he did this day.
At the beginning of my film you see a mine in the bluffs. This is a sand mining town and has been for a very long time. I imagine one day the town will disappear into the great void that lies beneath its hills. Once a thriving city with many businesses it is a smaller town now but beginning to grow again. In addition to the Unimin Inc there is Silica Transport and a new tiny grocery store.
We lived here a few years when the girls were young and Hubby worked at the sand mill as a laborer then as an operator washing and drying sand. Twelve hour shifts were rough on all. I'm sure the working conditions have improved while the mines still provide jobs for many.
As Hubby grew up he traveled much by train since his father was an employee of Missouri-Pacific Railroad and family could travel free.
The track runs along White River for many miles and is still in use today but only for transporting products not people.
Just another tendril from the vines of life that twine together and make me who I am. Where would I be today if Hubby was not a great driver?
was my entertainment and boy, howdy, did it entertain me! I was appalled, shocked, impressed and riveted to the screen. I was scared, sad, and jubilant from scene to scene. It may not be every one's movie but I don't watch many. Even a year after it has been in theaters it was good enough to knock my sci-fi socks off.
I've been At The Farm far too long to be so easily entertained by one movie. Doesn't take much but I'm still reeling from Elysium. Matt Damon and Jody Foster were just two of the memorable cast.
"Never forget where you come from."
Elysium is a movie worth watching if you're a little different like me.
Those who know me well also know what a rock hound I am. Instead of postcards I collect rocks and know where each one was gathered.
Fossils in limestone too large to carry
Quarried limestone along the boat ramp full of quartz
Limestone ledges shelters fish under water
and whatever needs shelter above it.
Most of our rocks are different forms of sedimentary.
Note the snail fossil here.
I could not catch the sparkle with the camera
but sunshine and the eyes can find the quartz.
I love rocks where the hole goes completely through it.
We call them fairy rocks as in door ways for the little folks.
Others call them Crone Stones
and believe that the wearer can see the future.
All are sedimentary rocks of varying types.
These I carried home. I had my handy canvas bag just for this reason. I had to be selective because it was a long way back to the boat.
Double prize here with a hole that is also a fossil.
I found some thin flat rocks to paint and others I will incorporate around my water gardens.
We've found metamorphic rocks and some volcanic rocks along with lots of sedimentary rocks At The Farm. I enjoy reading the history in each stone. Millions of years can be seen in a rock cliff and I get lost in time.
And that is Geology One for preschool...I try to learn more with every rock I touch but I have a long way to go.