THE FARM

The path to the house was lined with a brigade of tall sentries. Each pine had been meticulously planted and nurtured for years. It was now their duty to protect the meager house from the elements.

Once you reached the house you were greeted by a rusty old hand pump which had served its purpose until it was at last replaced by indoor plumbing. The outhouse in the backyard – another reminder of times passed. A stray cat might also curl its way around your feet, begging for attention.

The house itself was modest, but held stories of a family and their journeys through tough times as well as the good. The little modified cottage grew with every new addition to the clan. As they grew so did the house.

A little seat was built into the wall under a window overlooking the massive flower garden, the fields of golden hay and the ever present line of diligent soldiers. A perfect refuge to escape and read a book or just enjoy the view.

This place belonged to my grandparents. Their eight children spent their younger years there. My grandmother watched five of them and her husband pass away during her lifetime and finally succumbed herself – never giving up the house nor the memories that were made there.

I spent many happy times on the farm. It became a kind of sanctuary for a young city girl.

About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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5 Responses to THE FARM

  1. jimfinn2000 says:

    This old memory is precious. Fond memories of the past can be so comforting.

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    • atimetoshare says:

      Thanks, Jim. My youth on the farm was one of my fondest times of my youth. I hope I am making memories like that for my grand kids.

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  2. mzpresser says:

    So nice Kathy. Wish things were just as simple, this life at times seems to be getting so complicated!

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