Traveling back in time

Last weekend my granddaughters, Madison and Olivia came to spend the weekend with me. We picked up my grandson, Joseph on Saturday morning and went to cheer for their cousins, Brenna and Declan in their soccer game. After the game I drove the kids to see the house where I lived as a child. I was not sure it was still there, it has long since been abandoned as a home, and once was a hunt club.
Now it sits, surrounded by fields, then forest. The lane is still long and winding and there is not another house in sight, though there is a large development down the road.The small boxwood that my brothers Bob and Dennis tied me to (they being the cowboys and I the Indian) is now about 15 feet high.
The garage that was my dad's shop is leaning to the left a LOT..
There were many memories there for me, good and bad...but more good than bad.
Bob and Dennis and I spent many summers riding bikes on that long sandy road, playing in the woods by the stream on hot summer days, and running through the corn fields .
Many Sunday afternoons were spent in the company of Aunts, Uncles and cousins, eating wonderful food and playing tag, and softball and Red rover.

Winters we gathered around the wood stove that provided heat and a place to cook, after days playing in the wide open spaces..

 

the room at the left upstairs was my bedroom.

 

The kitchen door, my baby sissy, Patti was born in the room next to the kitchen on the right.

 

I used to cut this lawn with a push mower, without a motor..

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the area to the left was our garden, Dad was a great gardener, and did so most of his life. Along the roadside he had all dahlias..so beautiful and a great dust break for the veggies.  A lot of work for all of us, but we had plenty to eat. In second tree was a porch swing that I sat in and shelled peas and butterbeans.

 

Madison saw in the woods by the garden area a graveyard so we went to explore..  I did not know it was there, though I walked by it hundreds of times long ago..