I was really surprised, shocked, glad, etc, to see this photo. I never knew it even existed. Thanks to whoever took it and a special thanks to whoever it was that posted it.

In April, 1949, my family, mom and dad, along with 8 children, moved into this two bedroom farm house. One would think,
What!!!, ten people in a two bedroom house, well, as I remember it, as a six year old child, we had two beds in each bedroom, a fold-up bed in the dining room and one in the living room.
In January, 1950, another baby was born. We knew that we were poor, but we always had food on the table, a roof over our heads and thankfully, not many, if any, medical bills. We had a mortgage free farm of 115 acres, a very large garden, cattle, hogs, chickens for meat and eggs, what else could we ask for. We always had, as I remember, hundreds of jars of canned vegetables in the cellar when fall arrived. We worked very hard for what we had, but Dad would never work on Sunday, unless he had to. We didn't have many, if any, hand-me-downs in clothes, because they were too worn out by that time.
Time has taken a toll on our family as can be expected. Mom passed away in 1975, Dad in 1978, three of the children passed on since then. We sold the farm in 1980 and the "Old Home Place" has been torn down and a new modular home sits close to where the old house used to be.
My mind often wanders back to the many times that our family would get together at the "Farm" during Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthdays and regular reunions. The seven children remaining, keep in close contact with each other on a regular basis. I'm sure that each one of us has their own special memories of living at "The Farm."

I always enjoyed our Sunday breakfasts at Mamaw & Gramps. Fresh eggs, homemade gravy, sausage/bacon, homemade biscuits. Mix them all together & I had the best breakfast! I spent many summers & weekends at the farm. Collecting eggs at 5 am every morning. Walking to the outhouse & actually using Sears & Roebuck Catalogs. 😂 I love these memories. Fishing with Mamaw in the crick. She could climb fences faster than me when a bull would come running. Even in her dress/apron & sun bonnet. She loved fishing.
Thank God everyday for my memories.

I had not seen this photo before. Sure does bring back memories! I caught night crawlers in that yard and banged that front screen door
A million times going in and out. Grandpas bedroom was the window to the right of the front door. I slept there with him more than once in a feather mattress covered with a heavy feather cover. His rocking chair was right inside the front door I can s see him sleeping there with the ashes of his roll-your-own Prince Albert curving down off his smoke still perched on the corner of his mouth. Didn't grandma look fine with her gold tooth shining!!!

Yes Brett, I have all those same memories. I didn’t sleep with Gramps LOL I slept with Mamaw lol. I did jump in his bed quite a few times so that the feathers would cover me up as I would sink to the bottom. I wish somehow I could go on a walk that property back to the crick (creek) & pond & pick more berries. As soon as we would get there on Sunday mornings or whenever it was I would run out & cut me a piece of rhubarb off peel the outside off of it and pour salt on it and eat it! That was so so good. I love Mamaw’s big Sunday breakfasts. There is none that whatever taste that good again!

Oh it was longer than 38 years. It was 60 years ago & I remember it so well....

The photo was taken in 1980.

I was talking about when I visited. My grandparents lived there from wayback. My mom who is 85 lived there with her 9 siblings. It was a wonderful place with some wonderful memories!

Rhubarb is not an insulator if you touch it to an electric fence! O how I learned that! Cherries and mulberries and apple trees within a stones throw of the back door! Shucky beans and you betcha about those huge breakfast meals with a platter of fried eggs, biscuits and gravy to cover everything. I remember lots of fried chicken and pork fried every way you can slice and cook it! Wasn't there an old parrot that was won at the fair somewhere near the old black piano? I remember havin to prime the pump in he kitchen to get a drink of water and we all drank from the same tin dipper hanging by the sink. Grandpa used to sit at the kitchen table and listen to the Cincinnati Reds ball games on his clock radio and pound his fist on the table while he took his hat off and on during the game! And going fishing at the creek picking up those cow horn looking fossils and I never ever caught a fish bigger than grandma. Mine was almost always too little to keep. I loved Climbing in the hay loft or being in he barn when the cows were milked. Max and Lassie would bring them to the barn!

Yes Brett! I am so glad you mentioned the piano, all I have talked to didn’t remember it. I thought I was going crazy lol. Mamaws breakfast I still mix like we did back then... Get an egg off the platter, cut it up then teat the homemade biscuits on then crumble the bacon on it put gravy on it and stir it all together! Makes my mouth water today!

Spell check! Mack and Lassie! Best collies I ever met. I also remember Bullet and Andy Brown!

Last week got ran over at the barn one night didn’t she? She was a great dog. Mamaw told me someone parking at the barn hit her. I didn’t remember the other ones name. Mom and dad and I drove past there sometime in the summer, it was very sad. The only thing I saw that I recognize is the cellar. The door on it was broke . The old two seater probably isn’t there either.

darn it, it said Lassie. Grrrr

I can remember when daddy and mommy would take us there . I wasn't very old but daddy had asked me where I was he said I said I right here that's what a 4 yr child would say. Loved going there when I was a little older. Aunt Hattie took me and mommy to the creek and on the way there mommy said be careful where you step or you'll cut you foot. Well sure enough I stepped in the middle of a pile of cow poop. I guess that said it all. I cried and had asked mommy if my foot was cut but she laughed and told me what that meant.