Comments on: A Change of Scenery

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Thu, 07 Mar 2019 00:51:08 +0000

In reply to Ellie. ❤️

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Thu, 07 Mar 2019 00:50:34 +0000

In reply to Debbi. ❤️

By: Ellie

Ellie — Wed, 06 Mar 2019 23:19:54 +0000

You brought many memories back for a lot of people including me. I pictured easily in my mind everything you were describing in detail and I felt as if I was walking through your farmhouse with you. I too grew up in a centennial farmhouse, traced back approximately 135 years in our family. My uncle lives on the 115 acres now, but unfortunately the old farmhouse could not be saved. The timbers on which it was built had rotted & deteriorated beyond repair. I can still picture the cast iron wood burning stove in our back kitchen that led down to our cellar that was lined with shelving that held all my Mom’s canning & preserves. The cellar had a dirt floor & I remember thinking it was scary coming down those rickety, wooden stairs while trying to find the long string for the hanging lightbulb, Many a young calf laid on grain sacks by the wood stove to keep it from freezing to death, if it was born late at night, my Dad brought it in from the barn, along with baby chicks & kittens at various times. My sweet mother never complained. I remember the hand pump on the well out the back door, the never ending vegetable garden in the summer, the apple orchard out by the barn, the smell of the grain mixture from the silo. The sweet smell of the lilacs and lily of the valley on the shaded side of the house. Oh those memories are simply priceless!

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Wed, 06 Mar 2019 19:29:22 +0000

In reply to Jackie Rackley. ❤️

By: Jackie Rackley

Jackie Rackley — Wed, 06 Mar 2019 18:32:07 +0000

I wish I could go back to my grandparent’s home in Hammond, Indiana. I loved being there and there are so many good memories from there. I’d feel so close to them if I could do it just one more time.
I remember the old Coca Cola bottle opener on the wall on the back porch. My grandfather burning the wormbags that hung on a tree in the back yard. The tobacco that hung in the basement to keep it dry. My father’s bedroom turned into his cigar making office. My grandma ironing in the kitchen with the iron cord attached to the light fixture hanging from the ceiling. My grandma washing clothes with the old wringer washer in the basement then carrying them outside to the line to dry and propping the line up with wood poles. When it stormed having rootbeer floats out on the front screened in porch and watching the street flood until someone went out and did something to the manhole cover. Those were the days I love to remember. I hear you, Ginny.

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Wed, 06 Mar 2019 17:04:07 +0000

In reply to Donna. ❤️

By: Ginny McKinney

Ginny McKinney — Wed, 06 Mar 2019 17:03:42 +0000

In reply to Jo Anne. Oh, that warmed my heart. Thank you for sharing. ❤️

By: Jo Anne

Jo Anne — Wed, 06 Mar 2019 14:10:55 +0000

I, too, enjoyed this post, Jenny. I come from South Carolina but moved to Missouri in the late 60’s when my stepdad was transferred here. I’ll be 72 on Friday, but I still call my granny’s home…home. My happiest days were spent at her house, standing on a chair making biscuits, hauling coal from the drive to her cellar to keep it dry for heating and cooking, sleeping under homemade quilts in winter, front porch sitting with teacakes and sweet tea, napping under a tin roof listening to the sounds of sweet, Spring rain and always watching the Billy Graham crusades on her black and white t.v. I truly miss her. Thanks for sharing your memories. It sent me back in time for lovely memories of my own.

By: Donna

Donna — Wed, 06 Mar 2019 13:24:29 +0000

I love this post. It’s is not 17 degrees but a chilly 22 here in Central Texas, but we finally have sun and not rain. I live on a beautiful 18 acres and I too have had a hard time concentrating on my studying and writing. It was very nice to wander down memory lane with you. Such wonderful memories it evokes from my childhood. Thanks for sharing and prayers for a blessed day.

By: Cynthia Whitley

Cynthia Whitley — Wed, 06 Mar 2019 12:10:01 +0000

Good morning my friend. I love this post today. It sounds so much like where I am at this moment. I live in my Mom and Dads old home place. I’m wrapped in blankets and comfortable in the same bedroom my parents slept in. It is cold outside and this old house is getting old and hard to heat. But it warms my heart to think at 70yrs old, I’m in the same place my Mom was at when she was 70. She passed away in 2001 and my Dad passed in 1978. I have beautiful memories of this old house, and good times here when I would bring my 2 boys out here to the country on weekends. I think of all the good food MoMA would cook and we all enjoyed it around her Red & White Retro dinette set in the kitchen. My yard is now beginning to look like Spring, MoMA planted lots of flowers that keep coming back every year. My Camelia bushes are loaded with pretty pink flowers. A forsythy Bush is blooming and a few other things beginning to have little buds that will burst open as soon as this cold spell breaks. I can hardly wait for a sunny blue sky with warmer temperatures. I love this old country house in the woods. Will probably live out the rest of my life here with my dear husband of 13 years. Oh how I wish he could have met my parents. They would have loved him and he them. Have a beautiful day! Stay warm. ??