The front porch of our home, so many, many years ago was a play place for Hubs’ grandfather. His grandfather and great aunt were born here in the house we live in.
A little history for you…when we were first married, we lived in a nice mid-sized tenant house on a nearby farm. It was just perfect for us. We fixed it up a little and lived with it’s imperfections, as it was an old house. In fact, I guess you could say we sort of loved it’s imperfections. It was down a long lane, with only Amish folks for neighbors, which was a little unnerving, because I wanted to know I could call my neighbors on the phone in the night when I was terrified. Which never occurred, so not an issue, but yaknowwhatImean….. seven or so years into our marriage it was time to move into a different school district to be “home.” Our oldest was entering school in a year and we HAD to be in our home district! Multiple generations of this family went to our home district, so it was unthinkable that we wouldn’t! :) So, we moved into my Hubby’s parents’ home and they moved to a new home. This made our kiddos the sixth generation to live here in this house. Now THAT is awesome! Hubs and I knew from the day we got married and lived in that little tenant house, that we would want to raise our kids right here in the country, right here where their history was. Right here where are roots are. It’s pretty cool when two people agree so whole-heartedly on those important kind of things, ya know?
So when a cousin brought us this photo she had found of Hubs’ grandpa swinging on our front porch, I was elated. My baby plays right there in that spot. In the footsteps of his great grandfather. Though I never met him, his grandfather was a kind hearted, genuine man with a love for farming and a heart of gold. Many people say that my husband resembles his grandfather in many ways physically and in temperament. He must have been a great guy then!
I am thankful for all that Great Grandpa did for this family and for this farm. I am thankful for the path that he established for our family and for the integrity that he engrained. I wonder what he would think of farming in 2011? I know he farmed with no cabs, no air conditioning, no gps and no variable rate technology. How things have changed in 100 years!
Maybe I ought to go sweep the inch of dust off that old porch floor now and read a few blogs out there on my iphone? Grandpa would be pretty amazed at that I am sure.
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