That seems to be the message I get from the country ditch that seperates my home from the gravel road.
Our home was built in the 1930’s. The square footage is aproximately 900 square feet.
It has been painted many times, but the siding, the roof and the interior remain much the same. The top photo is a really dreamy picture of my house taken in winter.
But I digress. The first part of the house was moved to the current land and originally served as a wood shed farther down the road.
A man and woman needed to build their home, family, and farm, and the woodshed was where they began. They had 4 children and they all lived in our tiny house.
One of the children’s rooms was in the attic. You walk on a catwalk bridge and get to the original woodshed part of the house. The shingles from the woodshed are all preserved in that part of the attic.
There is a door cut into the old siding. This upstairs little room is all finished off in hardwood. Sometimes I think of the young boy climbing the attic stairs and going over the catwalk to his room.
I came to know the history of this farm a little at a time.
We found a popcorn box filled with bills that told of lives working hard and what they paid in monetary values. We gave these documents to their living relatives. But, as it would turn out, I am closer to the original lady of the house than I would have ever imagined. I never met her in life.
She died alone of cancer after surviving her husband and the many spring floods the river brings to us.
A couple of years ago one of the children visited us. She was older than us and said, “My, how things have changed!”
About four years ago we discovered our ditches were not filled with weeds, but with ancient flowers planted almost 100 years ago. We do what we can. I am happy to let Minnie’s flowers brighten a country ditch once more. I found out that Minnie always saved the wishbones from chickens and dried them on the kitchen window. Then she gave them away unbroken, just like I do.