Returning to the Old Farms

I was recently looking at some of the pictures of the farms that my grandparents owned. I haven't been by the two farms where I was raised for many years. I decided to take on the four hour drive to see what the farms looked like today.

During those next four hours all I could think about what the farms must look like now after all these years. I became curious if they are still even there. If the structures are still standing what kind of shape are they might be in. I got to wondering if the flower gardens were still there. Grandma liked her flower gardens, she took extra special care of her many plantings and colorful gardens.

Aside from the nostalgia of my roots, I thought continuously about my boyhood there. I recall how the fresh air and smell of hay brought me to a natural sense clad deep in the abundance of nature. Like any kid, my carefree thoughts as a boy often told me to get naked just like the animals all around were. Who knows how many times I took a whizz outdoors and just decided to let my pecker dangle for a while. I reckon all this was a chance of a lifetime, and thinking back now, it seems almost like a dream, but oh how I was lucky enough to live it. 

 

  

When I drove up to my old home place, what a shock when I saw what condition the farms are in today. On the first farm all the Barn buildings are now all gone. The house and outhouse is all that is left standing today. What great times I had in that house. It didn't have any indoor plumbing. There was a huge cistern in the basement that held our water for drinking, cooking and baths. I still can recall grandma chasing me around the house saying! Jim you took your diaper off again. Finally she would catch me and put the diaper back on me. I would always tell grandma or grandpa I had to go potty. They would always take my diaper off of me so I wouldn't go in my diaper. I would then wander off to the outhouse naked and do what ever I had to do. Err….sorry guys, I have no idea what made me think of all that.

The red shed is where grandpa made me my own get away room. He called the room Jim's room. When I had company we would go to the room and play. Usually it led to us being curious about what each boy looked like under clothes, and well you can guess the kind of games we did with each other.

 I drove on to the other farm which was right down the hill. I couldn't believe what I saw. The buildings are all falling down there is grass and weeds growing up all over the place. We had no plumbing in this house

either. So we had an out house. What great times I had in that house. That is were I first learn how to suck on a peter. I also learn a lot more stuff we did to each other.

 In the garage when my cousins or the neighbor boy would come and spend the day or even sometimes stay over night with me. We would go to the garage and make a line on the floor. Then we would stand back and see who could pee over the line.
I took pictures of the way the farms look now.

All the way back home all I could thing about is the great times I had on those two farms.

Some of the buildings may be falling down. But my memories will always be with me.

Farm Boy-