The Old Homeplace

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The old home place...what do I think of when I here those words?  I think of home and family.  I think of warm quilts on cold winter nights and playing hide and seek with my cousins on summer days.  I think of the fireplace my grandparents had and the cat that slept on the stool beside the fire when she took the notion.  I think of the cold potatoes that seemed to always be on grandma's table when I came to visit and the wonderful sauerkraut she made.  I think of hearing my other grandma calling out all of our names in prayer when I stepped on her porch and the way she made us the most delicious eggs scrambled in meat grease with lots of salt.  I think of her comfortable beds made with starched and ironed sheets.  The old home place...that's where I want to live.  A home that's warm and welcoming and pleasing to God, small children, and others that happen to come in.

Thanks everyone for your comments. They were quite unexpected but very welcome!!! 

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{ 09:17, Saturday, August 5, 2006 } { Posted by morningsunshine }

I like the memories evoked by your post. That is a lovely picture for a homeseading dream.

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{ 10:05, Saturday, August 5, 2006 } { Posted by Kitty }

I love the picture that you have painted. Now I miss my grandma. LOL
Kitty