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We've been thinking alot about what we might do on our land once we build a home. These are some ideas and are in no particular order.
I love this picture. Grandma always wore these type of dresses. And Grandpa always drove and old pickup truck. They were very frugal. Yet they had plenty of money. They heated their home with a woodstove for many years and I think Grandpa still had an outhouse right up to the end. Grandpa also had a sawmill and made all their sheds, batt and board (sp?). He was always busy, not a lazy bone in him. Mind you this was within the last ten years not the old days. They stored tons of stuff in their root cellar that was dug into the side of a hill, made fruit leather and canned what ever they couldn't eat right away. I don't have any pictures of Grandpa at the moment, they are all packed away. I just happened to have these two of Grandma in the computer. This is how I remember her. She was a very beautiful lady. One of the benifits of visiting them was you were always blessed with some of their bounty. Fresh berries, berry pie, cooked beets and greens, raw kolrabi, green beans, carrots, and raddishes. We all loved their berries. They had gooseberries, currents, red and yellow raspberries, strawberries, loganberries, thornless blackberries (which Grandpa taught me you could eat the vines if you peeled them), blueberries, and I'm sure there were more. Grandpa and I would also sit and suck on mint leaves and honeysuckle blossoms together. Gramps also taught me how to whistle with a blade of grass placed between both of my thumbs. He did even cooler things with my sister than that. He built her a motorized scooter from scraps. I found this out 10 or so years later. After Grandpa passed away my sister stayed with Grandma to help out while she was attending college. She did so much out there and even though Grandma didn't act like it sometimes she really appreciated the help. She told me that my sister was a girl after her own heart. The place eventually became to much to take care of so Grandma sold the farm and moved to town. The people who bought it tore down the house. My husband and I wish we would have bought it, but I guess God had other plans for us. Grandma saved the old purple glass light shade from the living room ceiling for us. I hope we can put it in our house some day. They also raised goats for quite awhile, the ones with the floppy ears. Grandpa used to give his favorite one, Agatha, certs mints out of his shirt pocket when we would take walks together. I usually got one too. One time when we were at their house for dinner Grandma served us homeade goats cottage cheese. I definately didn't care for that stuff and stated to everyone that it tasted like rubberbands and it squeeked like them too. I got a kick under the table for that one. They were good grandparents and we miss them, I can't believe they're gone. I am thankful for all they taught us even if it was unintentional. I am learning that many are turning back to the old ways and I'm so glad to be heading in that same direction.
06:47 - Friday, March 7, 2008 - post comment
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