Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my heart.

Apr 30 2018
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Old photos of my farm. The history here may be the best thing about living on my grandparents’ old farm. My mom’s cousin came and visited us and always our conversations turn to olden times and the old photos come out. Knowing so many people loved this place over the years and being able to hear their stories adds so much to my life here. We put together a family reunion a few years back and meeting family I had never met before was really cool but the neatest part was picking up their old family photo albums and seeing old photos of my farm! Knowing people I had not even ever met were sharing memories of this place from years upon years ago was absolutely incredible.

Of all the memories though and old photos there are just a few that really tug at me. They are those photos of my mom. Knowing I’m standing right where she was, touching the same wood, sleeping in the same room where she grew up, it makes me feel close to her in a way I never knew was possible.

When I was renovating this house there were so many times I felt like I was retracing my grandma’s foot steps when she was my age. They renovated this old farm house too over 60 years ago and when I was picking out paint colors with excitement and heart fluttering, I knew they were the same happy feelings my Grandma had felt too. Every time I was faced with a nightmare disaster during those long months, it felt like she had been there too and it gave me an incredible amount of comfort. Knowing she got through her own hard times here made me feel like I was never alone.

Maybe never more then during my divorce and now the months afterward have I thought about my grandma and how strong she was. My grandma lost most of her eye sight and lived in this old house alone for many years after my grandpa passed. People have asked me, “Don’t you get scared or lonely or anything being in that old farmhouse all alone!?” But I don’t feel alone. Call it ghosts maybe lol but this house took care of my grandma when she was alone and it took care of my mom and aunt in all their crazy kid years growing up here.

The first time I was in this home I was carried through the front door by my mom when I weighed only about seven pounds. It is the same front door then as it is now. Throughout my own crazy kid years I cannot count the number of times I raced up those same steps and I remember it often when I come home. For a split second I am eleven years old again, running up the steps, opening the same screen door and it was always a good thing, always something to look forward to. My grandparents made this a safe place. When my life was in ruin this is where I ran to.

Most specifically it was the barn I ran to. During the worst days before my divorce that’s where I still went and hid and cried like a kid. In the same spot I cried when my grandpa died and the same place I cried when we lost grandma too. And it reminded me that a divorce was nothing in the face of helping carry the casket of someone you love.

There were a few months there when this safe place had been taken from me. Of all the years this home had been my refuge, he made this farm a place I feared and a place I no longer wanted to go to. It was with that realization that my ending of his time here was no longer a choice but simply long past due.

The minute I finally got him out of here everything returned. The love. The laughter. My eleven year old self racing up those steps anticipating happy things again. I still feel a pull of regret that I allowed someone in my family’s home who did not deserve to be here. Because this farm will never just be mine. It is anyone’s happy memory in old photos that ever visited this place. Everyone who recalls my grandpa’s always smiling face or my grandma’s incredible crazy cake. They were so loved and I hope they know I feel their love here every day.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

My grandparents Arvid and Charlotte with my aunt Sharon (left) and my mom Marilyn (right) in the 1950s..

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

My grandparents Arvid and Charlotte were the Farmer’s of the Year in our county in the late 1960s.


Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

The barn in 1963.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

The barn in 2017.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

My mom Marilyn in 1966.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

My aunt Sharon (on the far left), my mom Marilyn (far right), their cousin Dennis and his dog Chum (sitting down) and their cousin Donald (standing) in 1966.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

Mom mom Marilyn with her first boyfriend in 1970.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

Photo of the house in the 1990s.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

The barn with my grandparents Arvid and Charlotte in 1966.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

The barn in 2017.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

The farmhouse in 1966.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.

The farmhouse in 2017.

Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my family pictures throughout the last seventy years. My grandparents farm left to me in their passing has gone through numerous changes over the years from renovations they did to my own giant renovation to make this farm my forever home.



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30 Comments on "Black and White. Old photos, my farm, my home, my heart."

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Kathie
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geez! do you ever look like your grandpa!! has anyone ever told you that?? i love old black and white photos. thanks for sharing these with us……

Debbee
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Love old, black and white photos, particularly those of family and their homes. You should create a photo wall with them.

Michele Morin
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WONDERFUL old pictures that make me want to go digging around in my closet for a B&W photo marathon!

Sheri
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I love this story and all the pics! I feel the same way about my grandparent’s farm. Sadly, most everything was torn down when the farm was sold but my dad did save the cow barn and had it moved to the pasture that my parents bought….the only part of the farm that is still in our family since the 1880’s. They’ve slowly been turning it into a cabin and I love that we still have that piece of family history that is so strongly rooted in so many of my memories. Even though we only get to go back… Read more »
Teresa
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What wonderful family history you have in your home! All of the old photos were lovely. Thank you for sharing your family farm with us on Party in Your PJ’s!

candy
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Reminds me of my growing up years. Simpler times. Found you on Blogger’s Pit Stop Link party

Jocelyn Thurston
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What a lovely piece of writing and about lovely people too. You are carrying the family resemblance as you look like your Mom who looks like her Dad. Good luck!

Teresa
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Beautiful! Every home should have a wonderful history. And now you’re adding to it too!
Thank you for joining The Really Crafty Link Party. Pinned.

Sandy
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I see I’m not the only one commenting on the strong family resemblance. I saw that first pic and I thought that was you, until I read the names, it was your mother. Great post.

Sandra
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I am so glad that you have many happy memories of growing up with your grandparents and of the farm.
Love the car — Can’t stand today’s cars. Every car looks the same and the dashboards are so stuffed with computer “crap” that you almost need a computer science degree to drive a vehicle now days.

Ann @ Live The Old Way
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I thought the same thing some of the others did, you look a lot like your grandpa! Old photos are such treasures, thanks for sharing this with us at the Homestead Blog Hop!

Amy
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I have been enjoying your blog (found you on Raising Homemakers link-up) for many months. While I have loved your updates this special walk down memory lane has made it even more special as a reader. Thank you for sharing your family pictures!

Vern Boyer
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Tarah, it was great to tour your house last summer. With a lot of love and sweat it has under gone an amazing transformation, but still retains the character and style your grand parents would be proud of. I am happy it still has an occupant that loves it and who finds peace and happiness within its walls. I hope it stays in your family for generations to come.

Sue
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Ahhhh, Tarah. You wrote about my two most favorite things, old pictures, and old stories about family…LOVE the pictures and love the memories you stirred in me of my own childhood days at my grandma’s farm… THANKS~~~

Sherry
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What a great job you have done with the farm! Thanks for sharing at Home Sweet Home!

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