Tuesday, August 13

A Farm, a Story

If you look very closely at this picture, you can see a couple of buildings on the flat green meadow. It's a 100-year-old dairy.

Since I've been a child, I've been fascinated with this place. I love it. Although impossible to see in this picture, the house is a plank wood building and the barn is one of those old two-story building with a huge loft.

I've never been any closer to this farm than this, across the valley. Once, when I was a young kid, my dad guided some dudes (trail riders) along the southern border of it, there in the pines. But I don't remember that trip.

Isn't that odd?

Anyway, this farm has always fascinated me. Although difficult to see in this picture, there is a narrow, steep road leading up the side of the mountain to it. The owner, many long years ago, drove off the side of the road and died.

The eastern relatives wanted no part of it, and sold the cows and built a gate across the road. It was left intact, with all the implements and furniture. Until thieves stole everything. As a kid, I sometimes wondered about that man who died, and what it would be like to walk into those furnished buildings.

I fantasized about it often, made up stories in my head about the people who had lived there, and those who might move in.

You see, I've been a dreamer my whole life.

A story weaver.

And I still am.


13 comments:

  1. And we are so glad that you are! I sense a perfect story brewing about this place! :)

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  2. Wow! Sounds like a pretty cool old place! Yes to those who imagine even an empty house can create worlds. Great post, D'Ann.

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  3. what an amazing story, D'Ann, and I agree. That farm probably built the writer you are now! I think you should write a story about that farm....

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  4. I love that phrase 'story weaver' :)
    Thank you for sharing this amazing part of your life.

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  5. Beautiful, D, and I love that phrase, too.

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  6. I once lived in rural CT and there was an abandoned property. It always fascinated us as children. It was so sad to see it just deteriorate. Tweeted.

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  7. D'Ann, this is a wonderful post. Gave me goosebumps. You really are a thinker, dreamer. And so am I. As I read this post, I too started wondering about the old man. I want to visit his house--I want to step back in time.

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  8. Enjoyed the post--captures the essence of the photo so well!

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  9. I love that story. I can easily see how you'd be intrigued and make up stories to go along with the buildings, family, and the original owner.

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  10. Beautiful story, D'Ann!! You're a born storyteller! And what a blessing for us :)

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  11. D'Ann, this has the makings of a wonderful romantic ghost story.

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  12. Beautiful picture and a lovely story! I used to make up stories about me living on the prairie like Laura Ingles when I was little. I always was making up stories in my head too.

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  13. I have to agree with Jacqueline: this is a romance/ghost story. The man who ran off the road was rushing to catch the love of his life before she left with the wrong man. He never made it. And he's been waiting all this time for her to come back to him, give him -- them -- another chance at love. A woman shows up to buy the place and he's there, convinced her soul is the soul of his long-lost love. I love stories like this. Oh, D'Ann! You HAVE TO WRITE A GHOST STORY!!!!! Please! Sophia

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