Staying in the same home I shared with my family is certainly different now, but also pleasantly the same. The rooms that once echoed with my siblings laughter and shouts, now vibrate with grandchildren and great-grandchildren’s chatter.
Gone are the long days spent toiling in the kitchen and field with tasks like canning, laundry on a ringer washer and butchering, It’s chisel plows, insecticides, and store-bought goods for most farm families, now. It leaves for more family time, but there are things to be said for the, “old ways.”
We’ve traded “front porch sittin’,”where we made homemade ice cream, and caught up with our neighbors news, to a pool in the back with a patio for family gatherings. No matter what the method…It’s all good as long as we get together.
My dad butchering with relatives, circa 1945.
Bottom…Harvesting corn 20012