Down memory lane

Down Memory Lane

Guess where I am????

This is a photo from the road of the ruin of the house where Granny's mother lived. I could tell you funny stories about getting over the fence. Granny tells me she is so glad no pictures were taken, because, after trying to get over and not succeeding she had to roll under. Ha Ha. Of course She had to carry me and roll me under as well. Phew!!!!

Well it was really a back to where their mother lived before she was married.

There was only one room left. It was the kitchen, so we all climbed in the window and had a look at the old fire place, and thought of all the cups of tea they would have had around the table. Plus toast and peanut butter of course. With warm milk from the cow.

Gore Granny you look drunk. Get a grip on your self!!!  I can see the hole in the back, may be there was a bread oven .

This is Granny's sister , now she can hold me nicely, not like Granny wobbling all over the place. I wonder if they had bee hives on this farm. I'm dreaming of honey.

Well what do you know we found a door that went out down the hay stack. Granny was carrying me and put one foot on the hay and down we rolled until we reached the bottom.

HA HA!!!!!

It was fun and a nice soft landing.

It was funny but Granny was covered from head to toe in hay, prickles, twigs and dirt.

This was our first stop and Granny was a mess already.

She had a nice felt scarf on, and prickles sure love felt and velvet jackets, they stuck like mud.

We found a very deep underground tank that they would have had for water. I had to be careful not to fall in.

We went down to where the sheds would have been, and found the old well. Another hole I didn't want to fall into.

Tho old rusty rake was still parked under the tree.

Off  to Tarlee to see the home that Granny and her sister grew up in. They had lots and lots of beautiful memories of that home. It used to have a picket fence when they were young.

Granny was such a mess with all the hay, so we went up to the cemetery and had a picnic lunch up with the rellies. They didn't mind Granny's prickles at all.  It is only a tiny little cemetery but well kept. 

This is Granny's Grandfather and Grandmothers grave.

On the way home we called into a Catholic Cemetery called Navern. It had the most beautiful little chapel and set in majestic gum trees. Very pretty.

I was pooped by the time I got home, it was a big day. I could have stayed and rolled down that hay all day. Granny says one roll  was more than enough.

AHhhhhhhh!!! Toast and peanut butter with honey for supper.

I will dream about hay stacks all night.

See you all next week.

Welcome

We are lucky to have Karen. S. following us this week. 

Welcome Karen, we love to have you visit us.

My thought for the day.

You've got to love each brick an' stone

from cellar up t'dome;

It takes a heap o'livin' in a house

t'make it home."

(Edgar AGuest 1881-1959)