The farm is now but a distant memory …

… like a drifting puff of smoke that dissipates in the summer breeze.

Farm house, original barn, and pole barn

In this shot you can see the house, barn, and pole barn shortly before the new owner began to demolish them.  Two of the workers are visible on the right.  My dad and two of his siblings, all long dead now, grew up here, and my grandparents died here a number of years before I was born.

 

Worker and cellar

Here, one of the workers is trying to clean up the cellar, which the new owner decided to keep.  It’s not the original cellar, though, which was situated just to the left of this one.  It was an earthen root cellar, and it was intentionally collapsed long, long ago.  In the background is the barn and pole barn, and on the far right is what’s left of a metal shed.

Closer look at the barn

 

Better view of the house

Even though you can see more of the house in this view, you can’t see either of the two entrances.  The actual “front” door was on the south end, and here we see the east and north sides.  No one ever entered by the front door, however.  The usual entrance was via the back door, which was on the west side and faced the barn.  I get melancholy every time I look at these pictures, mostly because of the family history wrapped up in this place, but also for too many other reasons to relate here.  It was like losing a part of me when they tore down these structures.

 

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