Good morning! Do you have favorite spots from homes in the past? Spots that just steal your heart? I do and this little shack that was hand built by a family member who has now gone on to Heaven is just one of those. Join me as I share the old shack and hand pump...
The old porch roof has fallen in and the porch itself is now ground level. This shack was called "The Love Shack: It was used at one time to store tools and was indeed an old version of what we all now call "Man Cave".
I love this old hand pump. To the right of this old shack is where I used to bury our old family pets and the birds loved that area. Every time I walked over there birds would be perched and chirping.
I will tell you a little secret. I used to go there and talk to my daddy. I felt his presence there and would go talk about what was happening here on earth and tell him how much I missed him. It was a good spot and I always walked away feeling happy!
"The Old Homeplace"
Old things stored by others, kept by others for sentimental reasons and there just might be something that could be used again. Things that really aren't important, but the thoughts behind them that make them special. Little things, simple things, places and people. Those are the things that are important.
These may be my next note cards. I have more posts coming from the "Old Homeplace". Do you see it? Do you see the beauty in everything? There is beauty all around us, even in places we least expect it.
Another shot of Shack
"Hanging the Garden Hose"
Things change, buildings fall and disappear all together but the memories...ah those stay with us!
I'll leave you with this shot today. Peaceful isn't it? Simple beauty. A friend once said this to my mama about me and what I post, "She keeps talking about the old days." Like that is all I talk about. Yes, I am sentimental, and yes I do at times share old thoughts and memories. I liken it to sitting on the front porch with my grandparents and listening to the stories they would tell us grandchildren. Frankly all who would listen.
The cows would be coming back to the barn mooing, the chickens would be roosting, the breeze would be blowing from the Crepe Myrtles. The grandparents would have put in a hard days work on the farm and in the kitchen (with the wood stove). Sitting there on the porch through the screened door we could smell the food that was ready to be eaten.
This porch time was rest and story time. We at the time weren't particularly interested. However, their lifestyle and stories have stuck with us and every now and then if you listen...we'll tell you about them......