Thank you very much for your kindness after my last post. I appreciate all of the thoughts, prayers and support that have been sent our way over the last several years. They mean a lot.
Last weekend, on the anniversary of the day Matt came home, I felt like he sent a special gift for us.
A woman came to the farm who had been born here in 1936.
I have always wondered about the history of this property. Who lived here? What were their names? What happened to them? Where was the original house?
Well, now I know… at least a little bit.
The woman’s name is Lorraine. Her grandparents were the original owners of the property.
Eventually her father and mother took over the farm, and this is where she spent the first six years of her life.
She talked about riding her tricycle down the barn ramp (just like Ellie likes to do in her little car), climbing trees and trying to keep up with her older brother.
Her father worked the farm for awhile before he took a job in the city.
The driving shed (I always call it the drive shed, but she says “driving”) and the barn are the same as she recalls. She said that the original barn burned down when her father was young and was rebuilt.
The pond was not here when she was a child. It was just a stream that they crossed every day on their walk to and from school.
She says that the house burned down sometime in the 1950s. The property was always 129 acres.
Lorraine left the farm in 1942. She has returned few times since then, though the last time was about 20 years ago. Last weekend (with, I feel, a nudge from Matt), she got up her courage to come again and see who was living there now. I am so glad that she did. I feel like we connected right away.
Lorraine and I have talked on the phone several times and met twice more already. She came out to the farm again on Saturday and walked around a bit and shared more memories. She has given me so many stories and obviously some very special photos. I have so many more questions, but what I’ve learned already has meant so much.
The experience of connecting with the people and history of this special place is very precious.
Wow, that’s incredible! How thrilling to see pictures of the farm through some of its other incarnations. Did the house and barn burn down at the same time, or were they two separate incidents? The other house was very pretty.
What a nice legacy to see another little girl growing up on your farm. I’m sure Ellie will enjoy that.
The fires were separate. By about 30 or 40 years as I understand. I’ve always felt responsibility for the legacy of this farm, but this makes it more tangible.
I’ve always loved to learn some history of the homes I’ve lived in!
You are so blessed to have access to those pictures!
Our current house is one of 3 on our road that belonged to the same large family. The daughter of the person who built our house keeps in contact with us (small town) although she is quite sentimental and isn’t always thrilled with the improvements we’ve made.
In my last house I found letters in the attic to very early home owners. I was very happy to find those!
I feel very lucky to have made this connection and have so many amazing photos.
It’s nice that you have a connection too, though I’m sure it’s difficult when she isn’t “thrilled.” Our homes evolve and we’re each caretakers in our own ways.
It was super neat.