My husband grew up on a farm in Troy, Texas. 46 in his graduating class. When I say farm I mean the party line phone, water well that dries up in the summer, hard work kind of place. The home hasn’t been lived in for 25 years or so, and shouldn’t have been lived in for longer than that but it is a place of happy memories for my husband and his family. Both his parents are gone but the kids still own the property they grew up on. This weekend Hubby and I went back to the old home place. Hubby hadn’t been out to the farm in a few years and I love this area in the fall.
The weeds and trees were so overgrown you can no longer drive in. This definitely limited the wood we got.
Here are some shots from the farm. We picked the perfect weekend. The first cold front of the season blew in while we were there. The temperature dropped all day. We needed jackets by the evening.
On the way to the farm.
This really is where the pavement ends.
The gravel road was in great shape.
The road into the farm was not so great.
The culvert stopped us from going further. Washed out.
Not much left of the home. This window was about all that was in tact.
Here are some of my treasures. We found:
An old ceramic sink. It will be part of my backyard kitchen soon.
A tractor seat. There is a project in the very near future for this.
A door off the shed. I love this but need to figure out what I want to do with it.
All it took was a circular saw, a crowbar, drill and muscles to get the treasures out! The old place has a wild beauty now that really doesn’t resemble the place my husband grew up on. The windmill has been stolen, the fields are full of trees and the buildings are all down but the happy memories remain.