"The Home Place"

My "home place" is the place I originally created this blog to talk about. It is lonely here now, my Daddy has been gone 20 years yesterday. My precious nephew left a big hole in our family and at the home place when he committed suicide here 5 years ago. My sister lived in the old house for a while, but life happened and she is gone now, too. My children are grown and gone. My husband is gone most of the time, so, yes, it is lonely here compared to the past. 

This is the place we lived when my mother divorced my Daddy and left him here. My younger sister and I were allowed to visit on weekends, and loyally, my Daddy picked us up each weekend for many years. We spent the weekends here on the farm with him. The divorce destroyed my childish innocence. I was hostile towards my mother, and missed my Daddy and "home" terribly.

I finally made it back home, just in time to raise my children on the "home place" in my own house next door. In my aging, I've come to appreciate daily the fact that my father held on to the acreage and the house for us to have. My older sister owns the house now. It sits with windows dark, as if it is waiting for something or someone. My love for this place where my Daddy and his Daddy worked hard to provide is deep. It is spiritual in nature.

I won't say the place is haunted. But we've got our share of strange goings on. I KNOW that my father and my nephew do not haunt the grounds, but there were, and still are, weird happenings that cannot be easily explained. I'm just going to post some pictures and let you, the reader, decide what you think.

As always on this blog, forgive the amateur photography. These particular photos were taken in morning light.