The Old Farmhouse

I have some memories of Grandma and Grandpa R's farmhouse. I recall many get-togethers with cousins - playing pool and darts in the musty, dimly lit basement, the old boiler room, the creaky stairs and the narrow back door and hallway. I have 1 or 2 memories of grandpa singing and playing the accordian. I remember the feel of the carpet in the living room. I also recall breaking the cookie jar lid once, and Scott and Brent never let me live that down.

I remember how scary the attic was, with all the stories about bats. I don't know if I ever saw one, but I was always scared looking up the stairs. I don't know if I ever made it more than halfway up those attic stairs. I remember getting together on the side lawn and having a BBQ, and swinging on the tree branches. I remember once racing against some of my cousins across the flooded lawn in our underwear, while grandma and grandpa and aunts and uncles laughed at us.

I remember the old cherry tree at the top of the hill that led to the onion shed - every year we would climb up in that tree and eat fresh cherries. I also remember riding bikes back and forth in front of the big window, hoping to get invited inside for a cookie. I remember grandma using the hot press with her laundry, and I also remember her sitting there talking with great grandma Hadlock.

These are some pictures that I took when we were at the funeral over 2 years ago.