In my post from Tuesday (that should have gone up Monday, but was delayed), I talked briefly about all the fruit we have at our new place and how it reminded me of summers at my grandparents’ farm.  I’d intended to get back to that in my post from yesterday (again, delayed), but I ended up going a different direction.  So today, let’s take that trip to Grandpa and Grandma’s house.

My grandparents lived on a farm about half an hour away from us.  My grandmother lived all but six months of her life on that farm, as it had been passed down through the years from one generation to the next.  It’s a century farm, and I’m proud to be part of that tradition, even though the acreage has been sold off and all that’s left now is crop ground.  I’d like to someday buy the acreage back, but so far, no luck (the one time it was up for sale, the timing was just not right and we couldn’t do it *sigh*).

When I was little, the acreage included much more than it does now.  When you turned in the driveway, the house was on the right and the old garage was on the left.  The old garage has now been leveled, but the foundation remains, and the new owners put up a basketball hoop.  Just west of the old garage was a corn crib, which I believe still stands, and to the west of that was a barn.  It was lost in a fire several years ago – the new people had heating lamps in the barn for some animals, and somehow the place caught fire.  If it hadn’t been for a passing fireman, of all people, the whole farm might have burned.


A bit of fun

One of my friends did a fun little quiz about one’s internal nationality.  I thought it sounded like fun, so I tried my hand at it, and this is what I got:

Apparently, I identify with Turkey.  Who knew?

Apparently, I identify with Turkey. Who knew?

Next, there was a link to a quiz about what part of Russia you would live in.  A woman in my childhood church used to travel to Russia quite a lot back in the late ’80s and early ’90s, and when she came back, she would give talks on her travels.  She sparked my interest in this country (and a variety of other things, too), so I thought, why not?  And this was my result:

I'd live in Kaluga Oblast!

I’d live in Kaluga Oblast!

Wanna take these quizzes yourself?  You can do so here and here.  Have fun! 🙂

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