Growing up, there was perhaps not a more special place to me, or my siblings, than that of my Grandpa and Grandmas house.
After my Mom died, us kids spent days upon days here. Anytime my Dad had to work nights and sometimes just if we felt like it. There was something amazing about their place.
I loved accompanying Grandma when she would take lunch out to Grandpa in the field.
I loved playing on the rope swing that hung in the old barn.
Loved how the house smelled.
Loved watching storms from the front deck.
Just flat out loved everything about it.
Well, not too long ago, my brother texted me and suggested that he might purchase the farm (it had been for sale for a while) from my Uncle George. I can honestly say, I did not really entirely believe he actually would, but I am so glad he did!
This past Sunday he invited us down (after I kind of awkwardly suggested that he invite us) to the farm for a afternoon BBQ. It was so fun to drive the old road leading to their place and explain to my kids all the memories I had associated with this place. As we turned onto the driveway, it took my breath away to see my kids' cousins running towards our van.
Just like old times!!!!

(This photo is one that my brother took and sent to me.)
Jewel's clan was in Utah attending Uncle Jim and Aunt Karin's homecoming, so unfortunately they couldn't join us, but Crystal and Jeremy's family came - which just added to the fun!
The BBQ was delicious but it was really not the food that we had come to enjoy. I could not stop watching our kids play. It's like they had instinctively picked up right where we (my cousins and us) had left off.
Chad's kids introduced mine to "machinery row." (New name, but same old familiar equipment.) Not your typical playground, but we sure had fun here as kids!
This wide metal gate seemed to be the gathering place of choice for these kids. They'd all run off to do their own things, but inevitably, before too long, they'd all end up right back here. Just chillin' like a bunch of redneck wannabes.
Tyson and Sam spent a lot of time walking around. I love Tyson's arm around Sam and I picture him sharing all sorts of useful tips about farm life and country livin'. For the record, and for reasons I will not publicly share here, this is the day that Tyson officially became the COOLEST and LUCKIEST cousin ever. At least that is what Sam would say.

I also couldn't stop noticing Abby and Ella as they wandered around the farm, chatting animatedly.
This old farmhouse has a lot of reno work that will need to be done before my brother's family is able to move into it, but I found myself sending a little prayer up to heaven that it would happen while Ella still lived at home. I can't think of a luckier place for Ella to get to live then here!
Naturally, I made Chad take a couple of family pictures for me. (This was, admittedly, one of my main reasons for wanting to come to the farm in the first place!)

(This family picture, along with the one now posted as this blog header are two that Chad took for me. THANKS SO MUCH to him!)
After the kids had gotten a good dose of running, exploring, driving, eating and visiting - we drove a few minutes north to check out the old dried up lake, before going our separate ways. It is a beautiful little park with a not-so-dried-up lake now, and I could not get over how familiar everything about this day still felt. It was nice to be with my siblings and to watch our kids enjoy the things we once did. It was nice to be surrounded by so many reminders of my youth. It was especially nice to reminisce and reflect on how good our life growing up had been. It wasn't an easy childhood necessarily - but it was an oh so very good one.
Writer Mary Jo Putney once said, "What one loves in childhood stays in the heart forever."
Oh how this place rests deep in my heart.
Thanks Chad and Heather for a beautiful evening and walk down memory lane.


























