I grew up there on this farm as a kid. We had chickens, cows, sheep and even a pet goat. My mom planted a large garden west of our house every year. Yes, had a very long lane, which is not all shown. We got a lot of walking that lane to catch the bus every morning for school. The pasture had walnut trees, which is not shown. Our neighbors would get together and have a hot dog roast in the fall and toward evening my dad would bring out the tractor and hayrack. Yes, we would all go on a hayrack ride around the section.
One thing about the neighbor hood. You didn't have to call to tell them you were coming over. You just showed up to visit. That old barn has a lot of tales in it. I noticed the upper barn door open, that meant probably haymaking at that time of season. Yes, some of the neighbor men and their kids would come over and help bale hay. Dad used a very large hook to haul the bales up to the door. One fellow was taking them off the hook and stacking them ( their may have been another person helping up there also), while the rest were helping carry the hay to fork.
We did have a lot of fond memories at the old house, it was one of the oldest house in that neighborhood.
I found a arrowhead underneath those two trees, north of the house, after a rain. I know, for a fact there were Indians, who lived in that area many, many years before we lived there.